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shitty post finale milo and Scott doodle from last night when I really should not have been awake lol. Milo is a sappy and he needs to get as many of those new pet names rolling as possible. Mans got raised from the dead and immediately decided this was the first order of business and I love that for him.
#wcsmp milo#wcsmp#smajor#hourspost#hoursart#y'all have no idea how actually obsessed i am with Milo the guy gets raised from the dead his husband starts trying to be like#i have committed atrocities you have been dead for 4 years i have refused to mourn and i do dark magic and am not morally sound#and he goes damn aight im kinda hungry lets go eat and also i cant call you sunshine cus your goth now so ig i need new pet names#AND THEN JUST GOES LIKE HE GETS RAISED AND JUST IMMEDIATLY IS BACK AT IT#its the question of has it not fully set it for him what has happened is he willfully ignorant#from his pov he described going into the lake to get their dog he may as well just be waking up from a nap#i expect some drowning trauma 100% because thats is one of the most horrifying ways to go tbh but i think thats getting repressed#like i dont think he fully grasps the trauma of everything until its immediatly affecting him thats my hc#his body doesnt trust water and it makes drinking things hard even when he knows better mentally#anyways enough blabbing i have better art i could be posting rip
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☀️for all papyrus☀️
His s/o points to his neck and asks if he likes the new perfume, then as the skeleton leans in, surprises him with a tender kiss on the forehead.
Undertale Papyrus - Well done. Very well done. He didn't see this coming. You win this time. But if you expect The Great Papyrus to stay on a defeat, you're wrong. Be prepared to be tricked to death for him to kiss you back. He's a master of traps, you think you can win? He won't let you. He might be so excited you find him later hanging by the feet in the kitchen as he fell into his own trap to catch you. You kiss him again. Now this is just a war declaration.
Underswap Papyrus - You kiss him then you hear a loud "thump" as he was so suprised he didn't realise you were not holding him and fell face first on the floor in a pathetic "nyeh?!". Now, with the face entirely orange, Honey is slowly sinking in the floor to escape embarrassment. He can't believe he just did that.
Underfell Papyrus - He flushes furiously and immediatly straightens, like you just burned him. His face is bright red and he's doing all he can to avoid you eyes as the good tsundere he is. He coughs awkwardly, whispers a small "you smell nice" and walks-runs out of the room to go lock himself in his room. He needs a moment to recover.
Horrortale Sans - He raises a brow. "IF YOU WANTED A KISS YOU COULD JUST ASKED." He then kisses you back, making you blush furiously instead. He is really proud of himself as he's going back to his cooking. Willow has no shame. That's a game you can't win, he's too powerful for you.
Horrorswap Papyrus - He lets go a soft purr as he's slowly blushing, suddenly all shy. He can't really kiss you back since he doesn't have an inferior jaw so he just rubs his face against your chest and hugs you close to show he's happy.
Horrorfell Papyrus - He quickly tries to escape to mask his feeling but he forgot the breaks of his wheelchair are still on. It's funny looking him struggle so much to get away, more and more distressed as his face is blushing. He's trying so hard to avoid your stare.
Swapfell Papyrus - Your lips find paper and you frown, before noticing a UNO reverse card sticked on his forehand. You gasp loudly when suddenly the huge skeleton throws himself at you for you to smell him while he kisses you instead. You're screeching in shock, so loudly Nox comes out of his room to make sure you're not getting murdered. You beg him for help, he just rolls his eyelights at you, flips his bird and leaves. RUDE.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He got startled. So he headbutted you instinctively. Now you're both on the floor, whining in pain as both your heads are hurting. His face is bright orange and he keeps apologizing again and again, scared you're mad at him. You're just laughing hysterically. Wine walks in, stares at you like you're a moron and leaves, still staring at you judgementaly.
Outertale Papyrus - And here he goes. Sun is so happy he starts to fly and finds himself stuck on the ceiling, face entirely blue. He needs a few minutes to come down.
Dancetale Papyrus - He stays still for a second, shocked, then looks at you intensely. Oh boy, here he comes. Salsa drags you to him and starts kissing you all over your face and neck. Oh dear.
Dancefell Papyrus - You try to kiss him but he suddenly makes you fall in his arms and kisses you instead. You think you can trick him that easily? Try better. His dating powers are too strong for you.
Farmtale Papyrus - He runs away, in shock. You find him a few minutes later hugging a sheep in the barn, looking like he fought in a war or something. As soon as he sees you, his face turns bright orange. He can't talk anymore. He will be like that for a few days.
Mafiatale Papyrus - He puts a hand in front of your mouth. How do you want him to sniff you if you try to kiss him at the same time? You then go for two very long awkward minutes where he sniffs your neck intensely. Demon is looking at you two from the couch, frowning and deeply concerned about what the fuck you two are doing. You want to disapear.
Mafiafell Papyrus - He gasps loudly as he realises he was tricked. How dare you did this to him at his weakest moment? Yeah, he's very dramatic as he stomps off, blushing furiously. A few minutes later, you hear him screech in the closet of his office, and you can't stop smiling.
Disbelief Papyrus - Oh. He blushes, all shy, and slowly kisses you back, desperate for more affection. You start to pet his head, it's over. Delta ends somehow on your laps, hugging your waist, his face burried in your stomach. Yeah, it's cuddling time apparently.
#undertale#underswap#underfell#horrortale#horrorswap#horrorfell#swapfell#fellswap gold#outertale#dancetale#dancefell#farmtale#mafiatale#mafiafell#papyrus#disbelief papyrus#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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Emmet breaks spacetime to find his brother this, Emmet goes feral without his brother that (which you shouldn't take too far btw), where are the Ingo goes apeshit fics. Where are the fics where Ingo single handedly corrals the gods into getting him (and Akari, if she's tired of being in charge after having to save the world) home. This man is depressed one day about his memories and then his unovan religion socialization kicks in subconsciously and he goes 'no fuck this. I am going to get my memories back whether they comply or not' and that escalates into 'i am going home no matter what' and also 'i am going to be happy. I will make it so'. This man didn't get raised with the values of TRUTH and IDEALS for nothing. That shit sticks in your mind so much even if you don't personally think about it much. Have you seen how many times unovans mention truth or ideals in the games. They're important to them. And they're important to him.
I don't even mean that Ingo becomes a villain or anything. I just mean to say he sees a child befriending gods and goes 'hey what the fuck. If they can do that i can do something about my own situation as well for sure' and don't try to tell me the gods wouldn't listen to him. First off i believe Arceus and everyone else do love their creation, they just sometimes don't understand it. Second of all even if that wasn't true not all the gods agree with each other. If Arceus couldn't or didn't want to do anything he could just ask giratina. Or dialga and palkia. How would palkia help? They bring him to celebi. There's no way he wouldn't get celebis approval especially with palkias help.
What? The Pearl clan wouldn't let him go? Lmao what are you even talking about. Even if they didn't want him to leave the position of warden they value space very much. They'd want him to find his own before all else, and even if they didn't Irida would and her judgement is the most important one in the clan. I'm pretty sure she mentions wanting to travel, too, so she might join Ingo for a time as well.
Something is wrong in Unova upon his arrival? Impossible. Unova loves their Subway bosses and Emmet loves and trusts Ingo enough for that not to be a problem. Even if he didn't Chandelure would be proof enough of something off. i don't think she would just feel her trainer's soul disappear in a split second and not cause a commotion, she'd immediatly begin to freak out. Even without that you know what always fixes shit? Communication baby. This man will not let something go until they've properly discussed it. If the other's opinion is still the same after they've all explained themselves, then fine. But i guarantee you it won't be. If communication is difficult for some reason there is nothing that stops him from making it easier or doing it anyway. He can also go to a god again and have them help out of it's something he can't do anything about himself. Grudge? Gone. Death? Xerneas'd. Legal trouble? Over.
There is nothing that can't be fixed, especially in the pokemon world. It's going to be exausting, and probably very taxing on the mind, but it would be worth it so much. And there is no way Ingo and Emmet aren't both going to go to therapy anyway in the end.
Even if the gods couldn't fix it and send him home, they'd at least grant them both peace of mind. A letter, a picture, sent back or forward in time. With proof that it's real, obviously, and that yes it is god that brought this to you, so there's no misunderstandings. And don't tell me they can't do that, you've seen the arc phone. A space time distortion, conveniently timed on both sides, courtesy of dialga and palkia. They're going to get to be happy eventually, whether that means moving on or being reunited. Though there's like no way they don't get reunited lol
#truth -> wants to know the truth about himself#ideals -> will#willpower#determination#whatever you want to call it#alternatively he could track down volo and forcefully redeem him so he tells him all his secrets and finds celebi#or befriend giratina#i mean whoevers fault it is for him being there they owe him#submas#ingo#emmet#warden ingo#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#ingo and emmet#arceus#dialga#palkia#giratina#celebi#pla#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon legends#pokemon arceus#subway boss nobori#subway boss kudari#subway bosses#tagging all this because while it started as a demand for determined Ingo who wants to see and make sure his brother is ok#it just became a submas reassurance post#and i want everyone to see. if i can reassure even 1 person with this i will be very happy. i know i'd like to hear this from others myself
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my experiences with transphobia.
this will probably make me look a bit unlikeable because its going to ammount to "not that many tbh i was insanely priviledged", i am very well aware of the struggle that my community goes through every day all over the world, specially in the last few years where republicans and terfs and conservatives in general have seemed to drive themselves into mouth foaming frenzy out of disgust, and where intra community fighting seems to get more bitter every day.
but i do want to share my experience all the same and hopefully this will help give some hope in the current bleak state of affairs that not everything about being trans is constant suffering all the time.
winding back the clock all the way to me being a kid, i was very much bullied, from kindergarden to high school. my experience in the education system was twelve solid years of being called names, being pushed around, being ostracised, being made fun of and being excluded. i had people trick me into accepting food the offered and then telling me they had spit on it before (my response to that was to keep eating it all the same and made sure to enjoy it in front of them). ive had people beat the shit out of me, and i had people point at me on the hallways and laugh every time i would walk across them.
none of this was over any gender stuff, mind you, but because i was just "the weird kid" i was very openly nerdy and neurodivergent, i had been raised by cartoon shows and i would insist on behaving as a cartoon character irl. also because i was not very social, i was awkward and because i tended to keep to myself.
besides that i lived in a small town with no nerdy scene at all, my family (especially on my dad's side) just plain didnt get me. noone seemed to share or understand my hobbies and my dad would constantly critcize me for the way i behaved, the way i dressed, the way i talked, etc.
out of all this my response was to say "no, its the children who are wrong". i resolved from a very young age to just be myself and if that made me an outsider and a weirdo and an outcast then whatever. if some came to make fun of me or criticise me for just being me then they were in the wrong and their opinion was automatically discarded. i was not going to compromise myself for the sake of others. i never really developed a sense of shame over being who i was.
this of course was in part a bit of a trauma response which ended up with me having the maladaptive trait of being too self centered and too inconsiderate of other people's needs, i had a really bad tendency to see any criticism, no matter how valid, as an attack to be ignored, to this day i still have trouble measuring myself and noticing when im hurting others, i still have a hard time prioritizing other people's needs over my own.
but, tragicomically enough, this attitude proved to be actually rather useful for when i transitioned. i am more or less impervious to weird comments or outsiders eyes. as soon as i came out of the closet i was going out in full drag like, literally three days after. i was walking outside, going to the corner store, doing groceries, running errands and stuff ouside in the street with fake boobs and my face caked in make up i still didnt fully know how to properly apply. i had a bunch of kids yell faggot at me and my only thought was that those little shits should get taught some manners.
it also helped me brush off really unpleasant comments from a close friend with regards to my transition, like her saying she was sure i was going to end up detransitioning or that everyone thought i looked like a fake caricature of a woman. my first reaction to those comments was "she is just saying that to hurt me, opinion automatically discarded". it helped me stand uo to my dad who outright refused to call me by my pronouns or treat me like a girl so i just immediatly stopped talking to him or visisting him until he changed his mind. it took a year but he eventually did and now things are great between us.
but that is only half of the story. im telling you all this because it sounds cool and because im genuenly proud of it but the truth is also that, i just didnt have to put up with a lot of hardship in my life in general, i grew up in a nice house with a loving caring mo and step dad, i went to college, i lived a lower middle class lifestyle generally. once i got out of high school i managed to get some actual friends. and i live in a more or less stable country.
all of my friends and immediate family were instantly cool about my transition. my uncles, my grandma, my cousins, my mom, my sister, my step dad. i was immediatly accepted with an "ok, cool, you are mandy now". all of my friends immediatly accepted me with open arms as well. if there were ever any weird social games about "being excluded from girl spaces" or people treating me different or whatever im probably too socially oblivious to notice them.
on top of that i live in a genuenly very trans friendly country, in a seemingly trans friendly city. so generally goberment institutions, health care institutions, private bussineses, the companies i worked for, they all went out of their way to use my prefered pronouns and name, even before i changed my documentation to reflect this.
i dont think i ever was scared to come out of my house or walk down the streets of my city, even at night. and let me tell you, there are times where the sun hits the wrong way or i forgot to shave or all my clothes were dirty and i had to essentially boy mode, and none of that deterred me from going outside and doing my bussines without even sparing a second thought to what strangers on the street might think. other people on the street are just non-entities for me, they might as well be painted on the walls, i just cannot bring my self to care about what they might think.
i keep thinking back to that scc article about people living in different circles that seem to either automatically insulate them from or automatically draw them to abuse from others.
people are generally nice and normal and reasonable around me and i dont know if this is because i have an "anti-transphobia" field or i am just incredibly innatentive, where its happening all the time and i just dont notice it, but it has certainly made my life easier.
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The day Lan Qiren was traumatized:
Lan Qiren was sitting in his chair, the classes were about to begin. His nephew didn't show up, like that other boy whose Lan Qiren already judged to be a menace like his mom.
He started his classes, hours passed but neither WangJi or Wei Ying show up and Lan Qiren was worried and very certain of himself that Wei WuXian was the responsible by Lan WangJi's delay.
When the classes ended, he makes his way to jingshi, where he finds his other nephew on the way.
Lan Xichen bowed to him, "Shufu.", his face seemed calm but Lan Qiren read a bit of anxiety too.
Lan Qiren, "You have see your brother? WangJi skipped classes today."
Lan Xichen, "I did. He and Wei-gongzi were having a conversation on the library, but i didn't heard anything. WangJi said he was going to Jingshi and Wei-gongzi followed him."
Lan Qiren felt like a qi deviation was too close. That boy was probably doing something with WangJi, his innocent and perfect nephew! He was going to face the boards again!
He didn't said anything more, going straight up to the jingshi. He didn't heard anything coming inside, so, because he was too worried, he goes in without knocking.
Big error.
The first thing he heard is pants and "pa pa pa pa" sounds, like someone is clapping really fast. He frozes in place, trying to understand what is going on until...
"Oh fuck!", Wei Ying's voice comes from Lan WangJi's room, like he is crying, "Lan Zhan... you are so good! Fuck!! Is too much... too much...."
Lan Qiren couldn't move, too surprised by what he is hearing. Thinking might be a mistake and he is so worried and sick that he is starting to hallucinate.
The sounds get faster and louder, "Yes... right there!... ohh... Lan Zhan... keep going!...", Wei WuXian's moans send chills of disgust in Lan Qirens spine and stomach.
"Shut up..."
That was his nephew voice, raspy and rough. His nephew who he raised to be more than a promiscuous teenager boy. He was raised to follow the rules and be a correct and fair cultivator. To be the proud of his family.
Wei WuXian almost started screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes...."
Lan Qiren finally give a step and opens the door. Both of the teenagers boy looked to be too occupied and focused on what they were doing than paying attention on the arounds.
What Lan Qiren had see, haunt him for years until his death.
Wei WuXian was naked with his back against the bed, his legs in the air spread very open, his hands tied up with Lan WangJi's forehead ribbon and a lot of marks on his body.
His nephew. The boy he saw speak his first words... the boy he raised and saw grow up was pounding like a beast on Lan Qiren doesn't know what... but he was between Wei WuXian's legs with his face buried on his chest and sucking his...
Lan Qiren didn't hold up, "LAN WANGJI!!!"
His scream was enough to make both almost jump out of bed. Wei WuXian took the pillow that was under his waist and hide his body on it while Lan WangJi took the sheets to cover himself.
They speak at the same time, both pale like ghosts, "Shufu/Lan Xiansheng!"
Lan Qiren felt too much anger and shame, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THAT!"
Wei WuXian was red like a pepper, "Well... is just..."
Lan WangJi, "WangJi is sorry, Shufu!", he says, "I brought Wei Ying here, all this happened by my fault."
Wei WuXian, "No! Lan Xiansheng, i was the one who invaded Lan Zhan's room! I-"
Lan Qiren didn't wanted to hear or even look at them, "300 strokes!! You two must write the rules 500 times!!!"
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Lan Qiren recited all the Lan rules they broked while the boards of discipline was being used against the young couples back. He immediatly separated then and wrote a letter to Jiang FengMian.
When the said letter arrived, Jiang FengMian was scandalized and confused at best. He took some older servants and disciples to go to Cloud Recess.
The incident didn't have been out yet, so everyone was scared of how their older professor was yelling at both his nephew and student, separeting them apart.
Wei WuXian missed Lan WangJi and Lan WangJi missed Wei WuXian. Being the horny and romantic teenagers they are, the exactly day Jiang FengMian arrived, they both disappeared.
After hours searching, both of them appeared again. Clothes switched, messy hair and mouths, with a lot of marks on their neck.
Lan Qiren was prepared to yell at then, telling how that is a mistake and how Wei WuXian will ruin his life. Lan WangJi, when his uncle stopped screaming, start to tell about his plans to court Wei WuXian if Jiang FengMian and his uncle give him permission.
Lan Qiren yell again, so his nephew say he will marry Wei WuXian because is the right thing to do, since he had taken his purity.
In the end, they marry and Lan Qiren have to deal with his traumas in a very long seclusion.
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Eddie Kingston x Daniel Garcia
Summary-
He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Did you doubt him? Well sucks to fucking suck. He beat Claudio, He's done with him. Eddie Kingston. Mad King. Is the ROH World and NJPW Strong Openweight Champion, and he did it infront of his people.
But even on one of the best days of his life he can never seem to catch a break from the boy.
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Pretty boy
He's literally the fucking king of New York, He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Did you doubt him? Well sucks to fucking suck. He beat Claudio, He's done with him. Eddie Kingston. Mad King. Is the ROH World and NJPW Strong Openweight Champion, and he did it infront of his people.
But even on one of the best days of his life he can never seem to catch a break from the boy, he doesnt really mind it actually, the boys pretty, he really is but Eddie would rather fucking die than admit that to literally ANYONE.
Eddie finally got back to the hotel, The traffic held him back for like 30 minutes, So reaching the hotel was relief.
He unlocked the door once he fetched his key card from his back pocket, Now you may ask, Why the hell is he staying at a hotel when he is quite literally from New York. Well who would want to make a nearly 40 minute drive to Yonkers when he could crash a hotel and leave in the morning, and plus with the traffic and shit. He would have fell asleep and yknow.. that wouldn't end well.
Taking off his shoes and throwing his suitcase to god knows where. He stripped down and took a very much needed hot ass shower.
After about 30 minutes of staring into space he turned off the water and got out of the shower, being careful to not to fall and stares at himself in the foggy bathroom mirror. He looks quite rough doesnt he? Why does the kid have such a fasincation with him?
He changes into his clothes after he dries off and leaves the bathroom to check his phone.
Of course theres a text message from the one and only Daniel Garcia. He forgot how he got his contact info but honestly he doesnt care whatsoever.
Danny- Hey
He was quite awkward at some points, He never really expresses himself to Eddie, its odd.
Eddie- Rooms 114, come up.
It doesnt take very long for Danny to show up. Before he knows it, theres a knock at his door. He goes to open it and see's the younger man looking quite nervous.
"Hey pretty boy" He greets him calmly while inviting him in
Danny looks up at him in surprise and smiles slightly
"Hey Eddie" He whispers not looking the man in the eye
"Hey kid, Why're so glum?" he asks while unpacking his suitcase slightly.
"I-Im not" The boy stuttered slightly while staying close to the door trying to appear smaller
The older man looks him up and down and raises a brow.
"Fine, im just- Im proud of you okay, Wait why aren't you telling me to get lost?" He asks utterly confused
Why isn't he? That's the question of the night apparently. He gotten quite fond of the younger man. He doesn't get much affection anymore so its different to have someone who's quite fond of him.
"Listen. I dont fucking know alright. I've gotten quite used to you being here, Its become a routine, not a big fan of change" he simply shrugs
This information seemed to brightened up Danny immediatly.
"Really..?" He asks trying not to smile finally looking eddie fully in the eyes
"Yeah Yeah, come're pretty boy" He replies offering a hug to the beaming boy.
Daniel rushes into his arms finally getting the warmth and comfort he was seeking all this time.
"Im so happy for you, i watched every damn second, never looked away once" Danny says into Eddies chest, not breaking the hug.
He feels the older man smile into his hair.
"Imma need you to stick around for awhile pretty boy" They both know what he means, neither ready to say it yet in the fear of making one another feel uncomfortable.
Danny just hugs him tighter in response.
The boy has an affect on him, He's not mad about it. Tonight really has been a good night.
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~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~
Btw sorry I haven't posted oneshots in awhile
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Summer schmucks
August 26, 1983 at Starcourt mall
15:16
In the afternoon of summer break two teenagers stood in front of the tall building looking around for something to do. Families accompagnied their children for a healthy dose of school shopping to prepare the start of the new year. Mothers could be seen happily choosing various textbooks and eye-straining pens to show to their enthusiastic kids, or gloomily buying what they would like to show off to their classmates. It was almost festive, how each shop would advertise ostensibly those pen vending machines or the brightly colored stickers with the signature unicorn, what with the bustling of people and the wail of parents.
Mike, the lankier of the two, considered walking in the direction of a supermarket.
''I'm bored. Mom went looking for something and didn't even give us some money.''
His friend immediatly gave him a big watermelon smile at that. Rummaging around in the back pockets of his jacket he grabbed something that seemed big enough to hold in his palm : it was a small pouch that jingled. Dustin shook the small purse in emphasis. Gling gling. Mike gaped at him.
''Look Mike, I managed to convince my mom to sew some extra pockets and ta-dah ! We now have extra inventory to carry around. I figured it would be easier to shop around like this.''
Mike declared ''Great, but what are we going to do ?''
Dusting held the tip of his cap as if to salute him, turned around and pointed directly at the big sign of the full supermarket illuminated by pink and blue neon lights.
''We could go there and get all the stuff we want ! There's that new action figure of that She-Ra Swiftwing unicorn that would totally look rad for the new campaign ! Will said-'' Mike just cut him off ''-but my mom is going to come back until we buy it !'' ''Then we'll get her something too ! I swear I have enough for like, jewellery or whatever.''
He nodded repeatedly while advancing towards Mike, who was frowning, unsure wether they would get in trouble. He faced the ground, closed his eyes, and tried to manage the buzzing in his head. After a few minutes of debating, he came to a decision. ''Okay let's go, but we need to be fast.'' Dustin ran past him.
August 26, 1983 at the supermarket, clothing aisle.
15:42
At the female section, the clothes seemed to be closing in on them. The two boys were back to back, like a traffic circle, each facing the circulating people peering at the articles that peeked their interest. Mostly teenage girls. Some were just looking while others would comment on the last trending style of the season, complaining that it was their best or worst season yet. Chatter stirred the room with a certain want for the ostentacious too. A couple of girls passed by them. Classmates, most likely, they were giggling when they glanced in their direction. A moment that would surely turn into gossip, Mike and Dustin started to realize. The latter raised two fists up to his shoulders and let out a heavy huff of air, determined to reach their goal : find a gift for Mike's mom so she won't get too mad at them.
''Dude, getting that figurine just had to be too easy. I mean what are we even looking for ?'' complained Mike.
''I don't know ! Just keep looking.'' But they stayed together, ruffling about the aisles and checking behind their backs like suspicious shoplifters. Dustin held up a simple pearl necklace. His friend shook his head. He held up another accessory, this time a broken heart with 'BFF' carved on its center, which made Mike sigh wryly. As a way to not make himself seem completely clueless, he in turn showed Dustin a pair of scrunchies with holographic pink glitter all over it, it's borders embroidered with lace. It shined in the yellow light of the supermarket.
''There's no way we'll find something fast.''
''Hey ! She goes to that gym-aerobic mom stuff every Wednesday, that would totally work for her hair.'' defended Mike.
''Oh yeah sure, as if she had not already had that before. Redundant much ?''
''But girls like stuff like this.'' he said, inspecting the object.
''Mike your mom's not a girl ! She's like, 30 or something, we need to step up our game if we want this to work.'' Mike put his hands over his eyes, head tilted back.
But suddendly an idea popped right out of his head :
''We could just ask, like, around.''
Dustin just blinked at him owlishly.
''Okay you ask around while I go looking for someone that works there. There were girls standing over something a few minutes ago, maybe we could start there.''
''No, you do it. And I'll go to that spot.''
''Mike, no offense, but you have zero taste.''
''You dress like a grandpa.''
''Grandpas are very stylish, I defend.''
''Oh yeah ? Do they put on makeup ?''
''Well they don't but that doesn't prove anything ! I still have more taste-'' ''-Yeah right.''
''Dude ! You live with a sister and your mother and all you managed to choose was a hair tie.''
''Whatever !'' huffed Mike, tapping his foot.
They were glaring at one another, similar to two sentient statues keeping the same offensive pose. After a few seconds, they sat down on one of the available benches some shoppers were sitting on to try their potential new purchases, gazing at the ceiling. Dustin held up a coin and turned to Mike, who was still looking at the hair accessory section.
15:52
The constant hum inside their heads could be heard in the distance. Dustin was still gazing in mild disinterest, or desperation, at the various displays of feminine wear. They seemed to have lost all hope on understanding the world and toils of the opposite sex, a small bile formed at the bottom of their stomachs and their limbs now felt a little jittery at the prospect of being the object of Mrs. Wheeler's punishment. Mike let out a heavy sigh, turning his head to the side, ''This is bad.'' Dustin did not reply.
Then perhaps out of anxiety setting in or because he needed to just do something, he pointed at a girl who looked like she knew where she was browsing. The colors of her clothes were strong enough to lean against. ''Let's go ask her.'' ''No'' Mike said, looking in her opposite direction.
Surprisingly, he further explained that she wouldn't talk to them anyways. ''Aaaargh !'' Dustin wailed, while still holding that coin. ''See this ? We're gonna flip heads or tails if we're to stay here like... like... total weirdos ! Now choose, heads or tails ?'' Mike sat up a little straighter at this outburst. ''Dustin are you sure-'' ''-Heads or tails, Mike ?'' asked Dustin, close to his face, holding his coin with three fingers. ''Tails, jeez.''
Dustin flipped the coin. It landed on tails. Mike was repulsed.
''Oh come on !'' he said, throwing his arms in the air.
''Yeah man, now go talk to this girl so we can figure something out and finally get out of here !''
Mike stood up, glared at this friend and finally deigned to advance towards the girl, probably a little older than him. His heart was thumping hard against his chest. He could feel an invisible shiver running from the top of his head and down to his spine, his breath becoming slower and more restrained from what was about to come. Even his anxiety acted with a kind of pattern, it kept coming back, pulsing, in tiny hits, at about the same rythm as his heartbeat. He actually could walk surprisingly well, but he still seemed to hesitate on which posture to take when he'll be engaging with his interlocutor. All of the social conventions he had learned from his parents have flown right out of the window. Resolutely still, maybe for his friend, he managed to utter a, ''hi.''
''O-oh hi !''
''Hey, uhm, could you help us ? Help me ?''
'' 'Us' ?''
''We're trying to find a gift for my mom and we don't know what to get, so...''
''Oh, cute. Well, what do you think she likes ?''
''I don't know'' he admitted, shoulders falling.
''Well there is this very good brand of hairspray, my friends have been raving about it, it's a nice gift if you ask me. I'd be happy to get it, and it's cheap.''
''Hairspray ?''
''Yeah, your mom will think it's one helluva good one. I think it's sweet.''
Pause.
''Uh-Uhm, thank you.''
''You're welcome'', she said, with a smile.
Mike was walking back to his friend when thought he forgot to add : ''Thank you for your advice ! I mean...''
Then trotting back to Dustin, who was watching the scene from afar (discretly, behind another aisle) he raised a thumbs up and congratulated him. ''Wasn't actually that bad eh ? What did she say ?'' Mike stood stiffly in front of him, arms as straight as a stick and while he complained in a manner that looked familiar to Dustin, that he will get to him later one day, he confessed that it was not as hard as he had thought it would have happened.
''Hairspray ? Really ?''
''Yeah...''
And so they went and bought the hairspray, surely thinking that the were ready to face Mike's mother.
August 26, 1983, Starcourt mall entrance.
16:21
Mrs. Wheeler was furious. She was, 'worried sick !' and 'could not believe that they will get away this easily'. Upon hearing that, both boys presented the little bottle of Aqua Net hairspray, and she couldn't help but sigh irritably at their gesture. However, it seemed like it worked, or maybe it wasn't the first time she witnessed them try to pacify their upcoming prejudice, because she did not try to continue the conversation yet. Looking at them, they thought, or rather liked to think that she came to the conclusion of school lurking in just a few days, and grounding them at such a timing might not be the greatest idea she would think of. Especially at the cost of their own shopping. She shook her head disapprovingly with the hairpsray bottle in her hand and asked ''We're going home, what would you two like for dinner ?''
#stranger things#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#karen wheeler#fanfiction#awkward teens#i tried to not make them OOC#i wrote as if the reader had not watched the series#first time wiritng :')
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Get back Part 2
Suprised to hear a repply, he realise it isn't from his hands, the squirrels took advantage and manage to bit one of his paws, rusty drop the animal immediatly '' Who said that ?! '' At first,the silence stays present, but then, after hearing from his big fluffy ears, footstep, an animal high pitched noise scream, rusty turn his head near a small cave, made of moss and stones, where the sound would lead. It goes more and more present each second, until a face shows up from the darkness pit of the cave. She looked like a demon. Rusty already heard all bunch of stories Implying vampire or demons, heck, he even saw one flying like a freaking rollercaster chasing that pinata boy inside the school ! After that incident, an announcement took place later that day, All he would remember (what he would sumarize) was blablabla, crazy vampire bitch got in, blablabla, be carefull on your ass, blablabla, if you see one, even meet one, don't interact with them, run as fast as possible? Kinda blurry for him to remember, but what's certain, is that this creature is still here, just 10 meters away from him. ''Thank you,'' she said to the animal '' for briging me my breakfast on a silver plate '' from one of her hands, rusty watched with disgust, the half squirrels head spilled with bloods and gust, mixed on the eeries hands of the vile creature, now that she was outside the cave, rusty could now see how threatening she looked like. At first, he thought she was completely covered in blood, well, she seem covered in blood, rusty wasn't really sure on that. But he could clearly recognize the shiny red Pupils, her grey skin as livid as the dead, red bloody hair, laying down with one of her sharply eyes hidden behind. she was the vampire Queen of the School. She raised her right arm, opened her mouth wide open, and swallowed the rest of the small animal, satified with herself ''God dammit '' she growled '' Wish Simon could hunt for me when I need him '' The golden dog, was still here, a bit scared, he decided to take the bag and just leave. That was the best plan of action, right? his bagpack was only a few meters away from him, after all. With courage,Rusty slowly aprochached, step by step, took his earned prize, and started moving away. '' where do you think you're going ? '' the distorded voice made his body freeze for a moment, even his emblematic jacket couldn"t protect him from this cold in his spine. with the calmest voice, he said : ''Aye am going to school, duh'' ''You're confused, I didn't made that meat hypnotized to brought you here for nothing, You're here to refuel me'' ''what'' '' Right after I smash your body around the trees '' ''what'' ''Cutting you in half and eat your organs, and ending your heartbeat in one, single, push'' '' WHAT ! '' '' But before I devour you alive, I prefer meatballs unmoving '', her eyes were staring at him, rusty tried to run, but felt he couldn't, he tried to scream, but he couldn't , he could only watch, in fear and frustration . He couldn't do anything else ''Good, now, TIME TO FEAST ! '' The vampire Queen ferociously jumped, screaming a demonic laughter as she was opening her jaws, ready to strike on his yellow neck Is this how i'm going to die?, Rusty thought as his fate was about to be sealed.
Suddenly,Before she could touch the Yelllow dog, Queen bitch get propulsed in the air, by a mysterious force, her body rapidly falls on the ground far away from her target, rusty watched with a confused look, and notice in the distance, someone, an orange individual, his hands were raised at the vampire, leaves floating as if they were claping each others,
Autumn
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Get back Part 1
get back Synopsis : Rusty is walking going to school , and as he walks his way into the forest, he hears something eerie
Chapter One Leafs slowly started to falls from the trees, as if they waited their moments to detach themself so they can go touch the ground, The atmosphere in the morning was calm, Squirrels were running from each branches, Muschroom were sprouting, the birds are gazing smalls melody,It's a beautyfull day outside, the cold season was starting to take place.
Yet, Near the distance, an agitated yellow silhouette seemed not inclined to participate in this performance. ''Come here ya Little shit!" As he screamed , while Chasing on his Four feet, Eyes Focusing only on a grey backpack running away at a high speed deep into the forest. The yellow canine, was none other than Rusty, student of the school Zoo Phoenix, While he was walking near the Academy, He got his backpack stealed by a small squirrel? doesn't matter, he was now chasing him, the little thing was insanely fast for his little mass, and strong, but this didn't stoped rusty to get his belonging no matter what ! This cat and mice game played for several minutes now. At some point, he thought he could simply give up, after all, nothing in this backpack was THAT important, just some books about ''the Origin of the districts'' or some notes here and there.Maybe his sandwich was of values, but hey, He could always steal from another person. No, rusty hate people stealing from him, he isn't like his victims, that's his beliefs, With all his energy left, he accelerate and jumps into the air which seems to distabilize the creature a few second, the golden retriver took advantage and managed, as he fall on the ground, to catch the stealer, the only thing the small creature could do was lashing out the backpack four to five metters away. ''Gotcha, ya stupid brown faggots'' muttered Rusty, while he was regaining his breath back, as he was now holding the small animal from the neck with a victorious smug. ''Aw, What's wrong small fried ? Cat got your tongue ? that's what ya get for stealing from ME, rat'' he claimed, the squirrels responded with futile atempt to escape his grap, but to no avail. '' And cuz of ya I'll get late, so how about I find a cliff, and see if you could fly? Or prob bash your fucking head on a rock ? what do you think, pussy ?'' '' Well, I think it would be a waste ''
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Everyone, let's make a FNAF SONG with We don't talk about afton !!
you love the lore of the FNAF franchise ?please keep listening!
Disney released a new film Encanto with lot's of amazing songs
the one that caught my eye is ''we don't talk about bruno'' which potray a member of the family that mysteriously disapeared and he is described by each members of the famlily that knew him while mirabel tries to undiscover the truth which is also linked to bruno.
and then it just tickled in my little stupid head, what if there was the same version but as in like ''we don't talk about afton''
NOW I know ppl already did it on youtube, but I never saw an animatic, yet.
Like I don't know, I feel like it could be gregory trying to discover the truth about the pizza plex, and then he'll ask who is the guy who started all this madness (or something) plus it would do a great recap of the WHOLE franchise to this point, and I've got just some inspiration for the dolores part lines (maybe played by the CC)
here a little demo :
CC :Hey!
golden bunny would alwaystrick in his sleeves always see him sort of walking in and mangling I associate him with the sound of tickling gears, tic-tic-tic *crack* Pulling up the string, he came back from sixteen tape
fate for falling into the madness of the rabbit hole even buried you can hear him six feet underground Hear his eerie sound ?
Of course, they'l be others characters from the SB and other FNAF franchise !
Feel free to change if you wish, I'm more of an artist than a compositor xd
if this project really does happen, use the #Wedonttalkaboutafton
Tumblr PLEASE MAKE THIS MESSAGE COME TO MANY PPL PLZZZ IOHEZJOIHDZFODHZOFU
And have an awsome night at your house? thx for listening :3
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WE DONT TALK ABOUT AFTON-ANIMATIC [encanto parody) FREDDY TEST
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When we were young
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x original female character (Carey Davis is you)
Summary: Jake and you had been friends since you can remember but as time goes on you can’t help yourself for falling for Jake. Because of fate and some other reasons Jake ends up marrying Melissa, your best friend, and your friendship with Jake falls apart. Years later, you and Jake find each other again and things haven’t changed as much as you thought, for better or for worse.
Childhood friends to almost lovers to strangers to lovers
Tw: Curse, drinking, smoking, shitty dad, mentions of divorce, bad writing and mistakes since English's not my first language.
Italics: Flashbacks
Part 2
1. When we were young
“My God, this reminds me, of when we were young”
You hear someone call your name, but the loud music and the noise of your friends laughing and talking doesn't help you to find whoever's calling your name. You frown lightly as you look around and when you can't find the person who's yelling your name you return your attention to the conversation your friends are having.
You take your glass of beer to your lips and you give it a drink. When someone taps your shoulder you can't help to jump slightly and you notice your friends’ eyes on the person behind you.
You rub your hand on your lips wiping away the trickle of beer that fell from your lips as you jumped. You turn around, only to find “BRADSHAW!” standing there wearing a hawaiian shirt and with a beer on his hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He yells at you since the music’s loud and with a huge smile on his face that he manages to infect you “I’m living here actually” you yell back and he leans his head closer to you so he's able to hear you right “Guys!” you yell at your group of friends and you grab Bradley by the arm “This one here’s Bradley, Brad, those are Penelope, Chris and Jackie” you say pointing at each one while you introduce them to Bradley, they nod at him as a greeting and Bradley raises his beer.
Bradshaw leans down a little again to whisper on your ear “Wanna get out of here?” You nod at him immediatly and respond with an almost unhearable yup. “Be right back” you yell at your friends, they nod at you and Chris blows you a kiss that you return to him.
You follow Brad as you both make your way through the crowd, you get to the stairs of the house and when you go down you start to hear the music further away. As soon as you step on the huge garden of the house you sigh and you put out the cigarrette against the wall and throw it in the trash can next to the door.
“How long have you been living here?” Brad asks you making you return your eyes to him “Six months, six months and a half maybe” You shrug and after taking a sip of his beer Bradley offers it to you which you gladly accept “You were definetly the last person I expected to find here” you take your hand to touch your chest and you fake being hurt “Ouch” He laughs and shakes his head “No, I mean like... the last time I saw you, you seemed so settled on Texas, wait! Are you still with Gareth?” You nod at him “I’m still settled, just not in Texas, and yeah, he’s actually here... somewhere” You point at the house when you explain that to him and he nods before making a gesture telling you to follow him.
"There’s some people I want you to meet," he says and you walk beside him. You basically go around the whole house to get to the other side of the patio where there is a group of guys sitting at a table drinking and laughing out loud. You approach them and the first to notice you is a tall guy with a mustache "Rooster, you've got my beer, right?"
Brad tenses a little bit and before he says anything the guy speaks up again “No worries, Bradshaw, who’s your friend though?” He points at you and you crack a smile “Carey, Payback, Payback, Carey” You're extend your hand and he shakes it nodding at you respectfully before turning his head to look at the crew "Anybody want a beer?"
The only woman on the table raises her hand and holds up two fingers on the air and Payback nods at her before making himself towards the entrance of the house. Bradshaw and you get closer to table and as if you were someone extremely important Bradley makes an anouncement to introduce yourself to the group.
"Guys, this is Carey. Carey, those are Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, Fritz, Coyote and-" he stops pointing at them and clears his throat, trying to call the attention of the guy turning his back to you while he's talking to a woman, the guy doens't seem to care so Bradley points at him and calls his name, well, his callsign "And that's Hangman"
The blonde tall guy finally turns to pay attention to Bradley and when he looks at you, you notice his lips parting and you cross your arms raising an eyebrow.
"Melissa, you need to calm down" you were telling your friend Melissa while you were walking next to each other towards the football training yard "How am I supposed to be calmed? What if he doesn't like me?" You rolled your eyes at her "It's possible" Melissa stopped walking at turn to you bringing her hand to her chest, you giggled at her action "I'm kidding, Mel, I mean, Jake's an idiot but never a bad person" Melissa seemed to relax after you told her that and sighed "Don't joke about that, Carey"
You giggled again and started walking again with her following you. You got to the football yard and make your way through the already seated people on the bleachers. You ended up sitting on the third row covering your faces with your hands since the sun was exactly on you.
There were eight minutes left of the match and while you waited for it to end anxiously sitting and moving your foot, Melissa spent those eight minutes cheering the "team" when in reality she was cheering Jake, and Jake only.
The bell rings and that's when you know that the game's over. You noticed Jake jogging towards your direction and you waved at him, when he approached you he went for the hug but you stopped him quickly "Not sweating like that, Seresin" He rolled his eyes and without a warning attracted your body to his hugging you. You pressed your hands against his abdomen pushing him away and after a couple seconds he finally let you go "Jake! You're disgusting!" He giggled and then winked at you "You adore me"
You rolled your eyes at him giggling too "What the hell are you doing here, DVD? This isn't your natural habit" You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname he used on you and then you pointed at Melissa "Jake, this is Melissa, she's my best friend... Melissa, this is Jake, but you already know that" You said the last part in a whisper, making Melissa laugh awkwardly and she waved at Jake, who gave her a smile and returned to look at you
"I thought I was your best friend" You touched his left shoulder and looked at him directly in the eye "You're not special, babe... Ew! I forgot your sweaty!" You quickly took your hand away from his body and he laughed at you making you laugh too "Anyways, I just wanted you to know each other"
Melissa was standing awkwardly beside you and for someone who usually speaks A LOT she was extremely quiet, Jake on the other hand was starting at you while he cleaned the sweat off his face with a little towel "You should come home for dinner tonight, you haven't visited us in three days, the family's started to worry" You rolled your eyes jokingly at him and nodded "Yup, I'm in"
Jake gave you a genuine smile and you smiled back "Okay, you better go... To clean yourself and we-" you grabbed Melissa by the arm "Should get going to class"
"Yes ma'am" He nodded at you and then stepped closer with his open arms to hug you making you stepped back raising you arm in front of you, making a stop sign "JAKE! STOP!" He only laughed and then said "Fine, I'll hug you tonight"
You giggled before turning around and started walking away with Melissa on your side, you didn't know exactly what it was but something made you turn your head to look at Jake once again, who was still staring at you as you were leaving.
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You weren't exactly sure why you did it, it probably was the fact that she begged you the whole day, but there you were walking towards the Seresin's house with Melissa on your side
When you stepped on the porch of the huge house you noticed Melissa fixing her dress and you whispered to her "I told you to wear jeans" she shook her head in denial "How am I supposed to make a good impression on my future in laws wearing jeans, Carey?" You rolled your eyes jokingly as you scoffed and then you rang the doorbell.
Jake's youngest sister Leslie opened the door and as soon as she saw you she threw herself over you "CAREY!" You giggled while you hugged her and when you separated she turned to look at Melissa and you began to explain "She's Melissa, my best friend" Leslie hugged her too and then looked at me again, frowning "I thought my brother was your best friend"
"He is also my best friend, Les" She nodded at you, understanding, and then moved from the door so you could get in. It didn't matter how many times you've been here, it didn't ceased to surprised you how huge and gorgeous their house was. It was a huge rustic wooden house with some modern touches to it.
You went straight to the kitchen, knowing exactly who you'll find there: Jake's middle sister, Lauren, and their mom, Maria, hurriedly cooking dinner "Can I help you with something?" Both of them turned to look at you with a huge smile on their faces "DVD!" Lauren said excitedly making mama Seresin hit her lightly on the arm and you moved your lips telling her "It's fine", Lauren giggled and mama Seresin started speaking "You forgot about us, Carey"
You shook your head in denial still smiling at them "I didn't, Jake stopped inviting me" Mama Seresin moved to the sink to wash her hands "You know he doesn't have to, you're always welcomed" You smiled at her widely and she smiled back before moving closer to Melissa and she extended her hand to greet her, Melissa shook it smiling nervously at her "Ma, she's Melissa, Melissa, that's the one and only Mama Maria Seresin" Mel smiled at her and Ma said"It's a pleasure to meet you, Melissa"
"The pleasure's mine" She responded. You noticed Lauren struggling with a cooking pot so you spoke up "Let us help you, ma" You were sure Ma was going to answer with a "nothing" like always, but this time she put two cutting boards, two knives and a bunch of veggies on the bar of the kitchen "Can you help me cutting these?" You and Melissa nodded at her and sat on the bar chairs to start cutting the veggies.
It surprised you when Melissa finally said something "Why did you call her DVD?" Lauren laughed at her question "Y'know how her name's Carey Davis? Well, her initials are CD and where do you play those?" Melissa seemed to got it pretty fast and answered "DVD" Lauren nodded at her still giggling and even though the whole nickname was pretty stupid, you all laughed at it.
You heard the back door opening and you didn't need to look to know that Jake's home. He was wearing shorts, a black T and a cap, that he took off when he entered the house "Carey! Oh... Hi Melissa" He awkwardly waved at Melissa and she didn't hesitate for a second before waving at him back. Jake was confused, you could tell and you gave him a smile, almost like saying sorry for brought her over, considering that everytime after dinner you had a night talk before you went back home.
Jake cracked a smile that you read as it's fine and pointed at you "You owe me a hug" You turned in the chair and he made his way towards you and hugged you as soon as he was close enough to you, you graped you arms around his body and he leaned down his head a little bit and whispered on your ear "She's so in love with me, Carey" you put your mouth against his shoulder to avoid laughing out loud "I know, so don't be a prick with her" You didn't see your face nut you were sure that he rolled his eyes and then you broke the hug.
"What are we eating, Ma?" Jake asked her mom approaching her to give her a kiss on the forehead and then he messed up Lauren's hair, making her punch him on the shoulder "Chili, with veggies, that I hope are cut by now" You sat down on the bar quickly to finish cutting the vegetables and you noticed that Melissa finished cutting them already and was staring at Jake and she was not being subtle about it, making you giggle.
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You brought the last pot to the table and sat down on the dining table at the same time as everyone else. You sat between Lauren and Leslie and Melissa was sitting next to Jake and in front of you. Mama Seresin was between Melissa and Lauren and John Seresin between Jake and Les. You noticed Jake tensing when his dad sat next to him and he looked for your eyes, you gave him a reassuring smile and Ma broke the ice "Well everyone, go ahead"
The rest of the dinner went pretty well, Jake's sisters were asking Melissa a lot about her and she was gladly answering them and somehow John Seresin wasn't throwing his classic hateful comments.
We were eating dessert when Melissa turned to look at Jake and then looked at me "How did you two become friends?". Jake looked at you and seemed to be waiting for you to respond first but you were waiting for him to respond, so when you responded, you did it at the same time
"When he hit me with a ball!"
"When we were in elementary!"
You both looked at each other and started laughing at the same time, he told you with his eyes to go on and you did "When we were on elementary I went to the restroom one day, and in our school to be able to get to the restroom, you needed to cross the sports patio, so yeah, I was walking towards the bathroom and I saw a group of kids playing basketball and for obvious reasons I moved to the other side of the patio to avoid being hit by them, but it didn't work anyway because when I was about to get into the bathroom I didn't saw a ball coming my way so it hit me exactly on the face-" you stopped for a second and you laughed at your own anecdote
"And well, it hit me, hard. My nose started to bleed and one of the kids ran on my direction and asked me if I was fine, I said yes although my nose was bleeding big time, he told me that I didn't look fine and after insisting a lot he took my to the nursing. He was so worried that he waited for me to came out even after the nurse told him it wasn't anything serious, he took me to my classroom after that and at the end of the day he waited for me on the entrance of the school, he apologized again although by that point I told him that I was fine for the eleventh time and he still didn't seem to accept it so I told him that if he was really sorry he will walk me home, he accepted and little did we know that we lived on the same street"
"That kid was Jake, obviously, and after that day he started waiting for me so we would walk to school together and we've been inseparable since"
Jake looked at you with an expression you never saw in his eyes before, it was almost as if he was admiring you and when he noticed you staring at him, he shook his head and rasped his throat "She just can't get away from me" You rolled your eyes at him making him laugh
"Also, Carey is his only friend since my son is incapable of having male friends, he's like having another daughter" John Seresin spoke up for the first time on the whole evening and you noticed how Jake's jaw clenched and looked down at his hands under the table, you moved your left foot to touch his leg and he looked up at you forcing himself to smile.
Lauren broke the uncomfortable silence by saying "Let's pick up the table", you nodded at her and stood up taking one of the pots with you as Lauren was picking up the plates and cutlery, Ma was about to stand up too but Lauren stopped her and she mouthed a thank you at you, then Jake stood up too and took the other pot from the table, ignoring the fact that his dad was looking at him with a quizzical expression.
When you got to the kitchen you found Jake leaning against the bar with a glass of water on his hand "Jake-" he cut you off, not in a rude way though "It's fine, Carey, it's not like I care anyway" he was looking down at the glass of water but still you tried to catch his eyes "But you do care, Jake" he didn't say anything else and you didn't either, you just walk towards him and hugged him.
It took him a second to adjust and accept the hug but once he did he graped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder. You weren't sure how long you stayed like that but you separated abruptly when Lauren got in the kitchen, she looked at you and laughed "Geez, calm down" You were scratching the back of your neck and Jake took the glass of water on his hands again. Lauren walked out of the kitchen and you followed her, not without giving Jake one last look before going back to the dinner room.
“Jake Seresin” you say as he stares at you, completely surprised at your presence “From beyond the grave” He scoffs and walks towards you, he gets close to you, but not too close “Hi” he says and you give him a clearly fake smile. He opens his mouth to say something else but he’s interrupted by Bradley, who's seems to be confused at your interaction “You know each other?” You look at Bradley again and he's frowning. You both respond him at the same time.
“We were in school together”
“We were best friends”
Jake and you look at each other and if you knew him still, you would say that he was hurt by the way you described your relationship with him, but you don’t know him anymore so you can’t really tell.
Bradley’s looking at you both intrigued and with a playful smile on his face “You should rehearse that” he says playfully and leaves you to joins the rest of the guys on the table. Jake takes the beer on his hand to his lips and he frowns when he realizes that it’s empty “Want a drink?” He asks you and you nod at him as a response.
He starts walking to the house and you follow him, noticing how he’s turning his head to look at you until you get to the kitchen. Once you’re in it, you notice how the music is quiter than before and how the kitchen is not as crowded. You take a sit on the coffe table on the corner of the room. Jake opens the refrigerator and takes out two beers and opens them with the bottle opener embebbed on the wall, he extends his hand towards you and you grab the bottle, not without thanking him first.
He leans on the wall with his shoulder against the wall and you take a drink “So, how do you know Rooster?” You swallow the beer before responding him “He’s a friend of a friend, we were introduced a few years ago and we’ve been friends since then” Jake nods and takes a sip of beer “I assume you fly with him?” Jake nods again “Yeah, I do, but we’re not really friends” You’re the one nodding now and you’re unsure about what to say about that, but you don't have to think much because Jake speaks up first "How do you know I fly though?" He asks you and you scoff "Jake, I might not be your friend anymore but that doesn't mean I'm not close to your family anymore"
He raises and eyebrow "You're still close to my family?" You nod "Pretty close actually" He has that surprised expression on his face again and you begin to explain before he asks "I asked them not to tell you, if that's what you're wondering" he shakes his head slowly, like processing what I'm telling him and then he speaks again "So you live in Texas again?"
"I lived there for a while after college, but a few months ago I moved here with my boyfriend" He nods again and his expression is an unreadable one "And where is he?" He asks me and you make a hand gesture "He's in this party, somewhere" You take a drink of your beer again and you notice Jake's evading looking at you "What about you, Jake? Where's Melissa?" He turns to look at you abruptly when he hears that name.
"How would I know?" He says that with a cutting voice and it surprises you making you frown, he continues speaking "For you being pretty close to my family, it surprises me that you have no idea" You still have confused written all over your face so he finishes his explanation "We're getting divorced, Carey"
Your lips parted lightly and you feel your eyes opening in shock "I'm sorry, Jake" He scoffs "Are you really?" You roll your eyes at him and stand up ready to leave when he shakes his head and grabs you lightly by the arm "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that" You place your hand in top of his to take it away from your arm "Whatever, Jake, you clearly haven't changed" He shakes his head again and you speak again "I'm going to go find my-" You're cut off by an arm graping around your shoulders and a kiss on your forehead, Jake stops grabbing your arm and you realize who it is
"I was looking for you" you say making your clearly drunk boyfriend blush "And I was looking for you" he says and tips your nose with his index finger, he leans down to kiss your cheek and whispers on your ear "Are we leaving?" You nod at him and turn to look at Jake again "Jake, this is my boyfriend Gareth, Gareth, that's Jake Seresin"
Gareth opens his mouth exaggerated and points at him looking at you "He's Maria's son?" You nod and Gareth extends his hand to shake Jake's, which Jake shakes reluctantly as he asks "You know my mom?" Gareth nods "All your family, actually, I met Carey through Lauren" he slurs his words and you put your arm around his body to give him equilibrium. Jake looks at you, more confused than before and you just shrug.
"Anyway, I'll-” You correct yourself "We'll see you around I guess" Jake only nods and you turn around and start walking away almost dragging Gareth with you
You hear Jake's voice calling your name as you're stepping outside of the kitchen but you pretend to not hear him and you keep walking away.
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I see your "Bruce admits he wants to sleep with Tim" and raise you Tim, on truth serum, having to admit he wants to sleep with Bruce followed by a detailed account of all the ways he wants Bruce to violate him which ends with him pregnant of course! In front of a live audience. As Tim Drake-Wayne. Which he drags out for as long as possible because if he's telling Tim's deep, dark secret then he's not telling Red Robin's.
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the way i imagine it goes down is at a charity gala. a lot of wealthy people meandering around with their checkbooks who came with the intent to be charmed into giving away money to a good cause for the added benefit of tax breaks.
of course that's a place that gets targeted and of course the people who come in are looking to take more than just the jewls and pocketwatches already on hand.
they need bank numbers, account pins. they have a person on hand with a tablet ready to begin transferring funds in an instant.
but criminals in gotham all have a kind of conceited streak about them. they like the attention and the showmanship of committing crimes and holding hostages.
so while some people have guns pointed to people's heads to keep the crowd under control, other are taking the stage and chasing off the band members.
the leader is clearly cocky and overly confident (the worst thing you could be as a criminal). he also is someone that tim recognizes.
someone who used to work in IT at one of WEs sister companies but was fired for being caught attempting to move company funds into an account.
tim recognizes his face and as their gaze scans the crowd and settles on him he's certain the other recognizes him too because just a single finger pointed in his direction and two brutes are grabbing tim and dragging him up the few steps to the stage where he's thrown down at the ringleaders feet.
so-called 'truth serums' have gotten more legit over the years. having a mind reader or psychic on your side is still the best way to get clear and accurate answers given how truth serums can be manipulated.
something tim's been trained in doing. so when he spots a little gasmask attached to a gas canister followed by an assurance that this would help loosen up that tongue- tim doesn't sturggle as much as he should.
so long as can keep them away from information that truly matters tim will be fine.
so tim offers up numbers to one of the bank accounts he has. it just has a few hundred thousand in case he ever runs into an emergency and needs to withdraw immediate funds. once this is over he'll call his bank to get a freeze on it and the money will likely never even make it past processing.
but once the ringleader has what he wants tim is expecting to get tossed aside and for the next person to get taken up.
but he underestimates the breadth of the grudge the ringleader is holding.
rather than getting dragged back down, a vicious grin widens on that mouth before more gas is pumped into his mouth. tim tries to hold his breath but gets punched in the gut when caught and sucks in quite a bit.
it's enough to make him goo immediatly lightheaded and woozy with the voice of the guy holding him up distantly buzzing in his ear.
there's one thing that criminals in gotham love doing.
getting even.
a lot of them will risk everything just to get revenge on someone who they thought wronged them.
this guy is apparently no different.
he's willing to risk the entire operation, he's willing to risk them getting away before batman arrives, he's willing to risk stealing more money from other attendees just to humiliate tim.
tim hears feedback from one of the stage microphones ring painfully in his ears before it's pressed to his mouth with the question of -
"why don't you tell us your deepest, darkest secret mr. wayne? c'mon tell us something you'd never want anyone to know."
'i'm red robin' almost slips out before tim clenches his teeth shut and lets out a gritted sort of sound. fuck fuck fuck.
not good. not good. he needed to redirect. recontextualize. he needed to convince himself that isn't his most damning secret he needs to sacrifice something else, something that would only negatively effect him because if people knew he was red robin everyone else would go down with him too. it wouldn't be a leap to figure out bruce or dick, damian, or anyone else.
shit. shit. shit.
in hindsight, it's an easy choice. an easy decision to give up the thing he's kept close to his chest for years.
he'll probably be hearing about this on the news for months to come. he's definitely going to be getting dunked on by his brothers and friends for years and who even knew how bruce would react.
"i want to fuck bruce wayne so fucking badly," the words slide out of tim's mouth like they're made of oil.
the silence in the room is deafening. before there were the scattered sounds of people shifting, of women tearfully sniffling, and men making muttered under-their-breath threats.
now you could hear a pin drop.
tim can feel the 'and also i'm red robin' making it's way out of his throat so he keeps going even as the new rogue beside him mutters loud enough to be picked up by the mic-
"what the fu-?"
"i fantasize about it all the time. he's just so big and tall-" tim can feel as a cringe crosses his expression because yes that is what he thinks about he thinks about how big bruce is, how he picks tim up easily. he stares at his hands sometimes, his fingers. he imagines how big his cock is, how he'd split tim's little hole all the way open.
it would've been worse when he was a kid. god had tim been a skinny little runt of a child. his cunt would've gotten fucking destroyed.
he used to imagine it. every night he'd hope that bruce would open his door and wander into his room. he'd taken to wearing short little nightdresses and spilling a lie about how he overheated easily. soon after that tim started going to bed without any panties. hoping bruce would see that and take it as in invitation to fuck him.
god how tim had wanted it. every person tim had ever fucked had been someone taller, bigger, and older. all of them had some trait that had reminded him of bruce. the color of their hair, of their eyes, the size of their hands, the musculature of their build.
tim fantasized about bruce being just a little weaker, a little more immoral and giving into the temptation of having a young boy under his roof. tim imagines how bruce doesn't think it all through how he's just as desperate to fuck tim as tim is to be fucked and maybe there's an accident. maybe bruce forgets the condom and spills into him with his boiling hot cum that scorches tim's insides.
tim imagines having bruce's baby. having something that ties them together forever, having proof that bruce, at some point, loved him enough to fuck him.
bruce does love him! tim knows that! but not in the way time wants to be loved. not in that deep, intimate, carnal way.
everything tim had ever done it was for the off chance that bruce might fuck him as a reward. being his emotional support, taking a job at WE, caring for him and his family, doing everything in his power to make bruce's life easier- it was all because he loved bruce.
but he knew bruce hardly looked his way. but that didn't mean tim didn't yearn for it- for his attention and his touch.
tim confesses to how he sometimes steals discarded clothing from bruce, how he holds it to his nose as he fucks his wet pussy with toys he's aquired over the years.
he saw bruce's cock once, years ago, at the pool where his swim shorts slipped off and it was - to date- the greatest moment of tim's life. he'd masturbated so much that week that he could hardly walk without his poor, worn pussy getting sore.
sometimes bruce would get nightmares and struggle to sleep so tim volunteered to keep him company and sleep with him in his bed. but tim's intentions had always been less than pure. he'd imagined creeping over bruce and tugging down his pants. he fantasized about struggling to sink down on bruce's cock and him awakening to the sight of tim trying to fuck him and forcing his massive cock into his litte baby pussy.
tim had felt like this for years, before he'd even met bruce.
he'd been half devastated and half ecstatic when bruce adopted him because it meant they might never get married and because tim now had his last name.
tim knows it's wrong he knows it. he knows there must be something deeply wrong with him for wanting this so much but he can't help it. it's all he thinks about, it's all he wants with every bit of his soul.
but he never says anything, would never say anything because he doesn't want bruce to distance himself. he doesn't want bruce to be unfortable or dislike him because that would hurt more than anything in the world.
the only thing worse than not having bruce is losing him completely.
tim talks and talks and talks. he goes on and on about every bit he's ever thought about and wanted and he speaks into that microphone without taking a breath. until he's red in the face.
he's saying the thing he wouldn't have said even under threat of bodily harm and while some part of tim is horribly humiliated, the other pragmatic part of him is whispering that this is good, it's the best option. because if people are listening to tim talk about how badly he wants to get fucked by his dad then at least they're not listening about him being red robin.
tim is going on about how he wants to live under bruce's desk and be his little cockwarmer with his mouth when batman swoops in from the ceiling. tim knew that he hadn't seen bruce when he'd scanned the crowd.
gas obscures the vision of everyone present and tim listens as every person is swiftly taken down. the GCPD waits until the last person goes down to brust in and start evacuating people out as well as making arrests.
tim feels thick, familiar arms wrap around his waist and grapple up to the busted ceiling under the cover of the smoke.
tim is sure to go unnoticed even after all...that.
what doesn't go unnoticed is tim's mouth, still compelled to tell the truth as bruce cradles him close and lands on a quiet roof a few buildings away.
tim tilts his head up, staring at the white outs of bruce's cowl and-
"i want you so badly."
bruce's lips twitch and tim wants to bury a hole and drop dead because bruce is amused.
tim makes a sound in the back of his throat and buries his face in bruce's chest to hide from the humiliation.
bruce's hands are resting heavy on his hips and tim's cunt is twitching, all wet and slick from repeating every bit of desire tim had ever had for bruce now here he is. in bruce's arms with their chests pressed together and bruce's hands gripping his hips to keep him close and still.
and tim's mouth still isn't stopping.
rambling about how big bruce's hands are on him, how much he likes being in his arms, how he wants to suck bruce's dick, how he wants to roll onto his back like a puppy for bruce.
and tim feels as bruce....as bruce tightens his grip on him. as his hands stroke tim's lower back and brush over his soft rear.
tim shivers, full body trembling as bruce's hands stroke over him, cupping and squeezing him all around as tim just word vomits.
"oh fuck oh god oh shit okay, fuck, i want to fuck you oh please please let me fuck you-"
tim's begging for bruce to let him get on his knees or back. absolutely pleading for bruce's cock and-
bruce is like a peacock.
it's really obvious when he's pleased, he gets this thin lipped smile that shows the barest flash of teeth.
tim is pressed close, mouth nearly kissing bruce's jaw.
tim knows bruce heard everything he'd said. the speakers connected to the microphone had been loud.
there was no way he didn't know what tim had said and that's obvious when bruce presses him to a wall and slots his knee between tim's legs to grind up against his cunt.
exactly something tim had told an entire room full of people he'd imagined bruce doing to him.
now it was happening.
it was fucking happening.
tim was so happy he could die.
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Could u write something filthy about sugar daddy!issei with a gf that has bigger thighs something about spoiling her to death with everything cos it turns him on and it ends in nasty sex cos some other women tried to hit on him and he kinda wanted to show his gf off snowndis ♡♡
this made me incredibly horny for issei, i luv him, also this got rly long 😩😩 ;
public gropping + issei throws you around a little + bratty! reader + f! reader + soft dom! issei + spanking + creampie + forced orgasms + jealousy + sugar daddy! issei + he calls reader puppy nd pups <3
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it made your blood boil. seeing someone lean up on issei like that had you seething.
it was irrational, he had thrown this party for you, to celebrate you, and now here this person was trying to take that spotlight away from you.
the only calming factor in all of this was the fact that he had leaned back, putting space between their bodies, he scanned the bunches of people in search of you, it made you smile.
he was yours, you were the one adorned in the golden necklace with his name in cursive, not them and not anyone else.
he made his way to you, eyes watching your form. he loved the way the dress he had bought you looked, those thighs of yours looked killer, he wanted nothing more than to take them in his hands and give them a squeeze. but that could wait until everyone invited left.
“you enjoying yourself puppy?”
you shrugged, still feeling the nasty sting of jealousy.
mattsun sighed, he had hoped you hadn’t seen that. he could give you the whole world, but if you were upset he’d go above and beyond that to make you happy.
was it enabling it? yeah, but he’d be a big liar if he didn’t like looking for your approval. he just wanted to spoil you with everything he had, nothing was out of reach for you with him.
“no don’t be like that. cmon, you know i can’t do anything if people throw themselves at me.” he said, pulling you by your hips to meet his own, his hand roaming your ass freely. as if you weren’t standing in the middle of your living room, surrounded by friends.
“yes you can.” you snapped at him, but it didn’t have any bite, you sounded more whiny than anything, but it surely got your point across.
“oh?” he inquired, eyebrows raising, this was a real dangerous game you were playing with him, issei wasn’t above fucking you infront of all your friends.
but your eyes challenged him, asking him, begging him to do something.
you wanted him to let everyone know that he was yours and you were his.
and who was he to deny you of what you wanted.
issei picked you up, his hands finally finding purchase on your thighs, his fingers indenting the fat that was there.
you squeaked out a noise of surprise, immediatly wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
“i’m going to fuck you real good.” he purred, loud and clear, everyone watching now shifting in uncomfortable energy.
you don’t know who moved first, mastukawa or everyone else.
but you made sure to keep eyes on the one who had leaned into him, satisfied with the mortified and bitter look on their face.
he took you to your shared room, making sure to place you down with care.
you sighed in contentment, arms open to receive your boyfriend.
he molded himself to you, hands catching your thighs to hitch you higher onto the bed.
no matter what it seemed like they always found purchase there, he simply refused to let them go unattended for long.
“you wearing those garters i bought for you?” issei questioned, and you giggled.
“see for yourself.”
and he did, he took the hem of your dress and pulled.
the poor straps that held it up stood no chance, and with some more tugging he had slipped it off of you.
there was a noise of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest when he saw that you were in fact wearing the garters he had brought you. they fit snuggly, digging into your thighs, it made them look plush and good enough to eat.
“fuck, your thighs look so good puppy.” he hissed, he was hard in seconds.
with no warning, he flipped you around, splaying you on your tummy, he propped you up on your knees, and with yet another tug the underwear that was strapped to them came off completely.
“i’m going to keep these on, cause you look damn good in them. but everything else goes.”
with a shaky voice, you simply answered with an, “okay.”
the sound of his belt unbuckling and the shifting of the bed had you shaking, just waiting for him to sink his cock into you.
it excited you how well you knew he was going to fuck you.
“you don’t need me to prep you right? this little cunts always so ready for me.”
you nodded enthusiastically, clutching the bedsheets as he pressed his head into your folds, gathering what he could of your arousal to coat it.
when he finally sunk into you, he began with merciless thrusts. he wanted you to scream out his name, he wanted anyone who had stayed to hear you shake the walls with your wails.
and you did, the way his hips bounced you further up the bed was testament to how hard he was going.
there was no mercy for you tonight, it was fine that you wanted to be greedy, he didn’t mind the possessive attitude you had over him, he was just going to remind you that he was the one who would always fuck your cunt.
“your pussys mine.” he grunted against your cries,
“you can have whatever you want, i’ll buy you whatever you want. but this little cunt is mine.”
his words had you quiet now, you were mumbling out compliant little noises, letting him know that you agreed, that whatever he said was true.
with the way you were sucking him back in everytime he pulled out it let him know how much his words affected you.
he knew you liked being marked as his, the cute little gold chain he had brought you was enough to know that as truth.
seeing you at the precipice of an orgasm, he brought his hand to your back and pushed down, finding leverage to swing his hips harder.
you grunted with the pressure, if he pressed just a little bit more he would be in total control of you, from your orgasm to your breathing.
“i’m going to give you ten seconds to cum, pups, or else you’re not getting any all night.”
you practically sobbed at his words, shutting your eyes tight you just tightened up, it wasn’t hard for you to cum, at this point you were glad he gave you the extra push.
with tremors wracking your body, you gushed down onto him, it soaked you, the bed and his thighs.
you clamping down on him made it hard to move, it was a hot vice grip, it choked him up feeling you go this rigid. the room spun, he didn’t know how else to hold off on his own orgasm, your body felt like it was built for him.
“god! issei please cum inside me please.” you wailed, his arms came down to trap you into the bed even more, he came down to kiss your shoulders, letting you know that, like always, you were going to get what you wanted.
issei lifted himself up, grabbing the chain that he could see adorning your neck, pulling it to pull you as well.
he did it without thinking, it was a constant reminder of how you were his, and in the moment of heat he wanted to brand it onto your skin.
hissing with the pain, you complied, torso lifting up to meet his own.
he still held on to it, pulling it taught against your throat, it dug into you slightly.
“tell me you’re mine.” issei grunted.
“i’m yours.” you echoed, he tugged more. not satisfied with it.
“louder.”
“fuck! i’m yours issei! i belong to you! only you!”
and that was enough.
the poor chain snapped under the pressure, he let it fall to the bed, moving instead to hold on to your hips.
with how sensitive you were, you could feel the way he throbbed inside you, the warmth of his cum following soon enough. it made you tremble, you could do nothing more than squeeze your eyes at the feeling.
there was so much of it, it seeped out with every rocking of him, it was sticky and nasty against the tender skin of your thighs, but the heaviness of it felt good inside you.
“you happy now puppy?” mastukawa questioned, not daring to remove himself from you just yet.
“you broke my necklace.” you whined, pouting.
he chuckled,
“i’ll just buy you another.”
#issei#matsukawa issei#mastukawa smut#haikyuu smut#mattsun smut#mattsun#haikyuu x reader#mastukawa x reader#haikyuu x f! reader#haikyuu x female reader#mastukawa x you#haikyuu x reader smut#mastukawa x y/n#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#smut#oneshot#requests#asks#— no face. 🐉#one shot
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An anonymous lover (part 7)
Summary : Y/N goes on a date with Ben, a few weeks after the detention with Sirius. The end does not go as expected, and Sirius's plan to earn Y/N's apology is a disaster.
Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, not proof read, swear words, arm grabbing, a bit of gaslight if you squint
Word count : 2.5k
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - You're here
English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes
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It’s been a few days since the detention with Sirius, his last words were stuck in her head. He wanted to make it up to her, he didn’t mean all the atrocities he had said. Bullshit she thought. It wasn’t the first time she had to face this, face someone who hurt her and was saying all the apologies in the world just to stab her again and deeper. She wasn’t going to fall for that again. So she did everything to avoid him.
That turned out to be harder than she thought, because Sirius definitly didn’t give up on her. She constantly catched him looking at her, especially when she was with Ben.
The two slytherin got closer and closer each day, learning more about one another, he quickly admit to her he was interested and asked for a date at Hogsmeade, and she agreed, and the day has come.
However, she felt bad, still thinking a lot about Sirius, sure she wanted him out, but she couldn’t stop her smirk when she noticed his jealous look when she was with Ben, or search for his eyes in a crowd, after all, getting over someone whom you gave your heart was a hard thing to do. She sighed, and stood up from her bed, it was pathetic she told herself, she was mad at him but was still craving his attention from afar.
That was very unfair to Ben too, the slytherin was nothing but kind with her, and she felt like she was simply using him as a replacement to Sirius or a bondage for her heart. She gave herself little but firm slap on her cheeks to wake her up. She will get ready for her date later that day, and they both will have a great time !
Their date was only in the afternoon and it was still way too early, so she went to the great Hall to take her breakfast, she was starving. Once she got there, she sat with her friends, who were already there.
“OOOoooOOH here is our little date girl !” said Olivia, Y/N simply rolled her eyes and respond with redish cheeks, “Shut up”. Jacob gave her a warm smile, “Excited for your date ?”
Y/N gave him back a bigger smile and cupped her own face, “Yes ! He’s so sweet, I can’t wait !”
“It’s good to see you doing great after the whole Sirius desaster”, that made Y/N groan, slamming her hands on her face and Jacob shot dark glares at her, “What did I say ?! It’s the truth !”
Y/N sighed, “Let’s just not mention him ever, okay ? I really don’t want to think about him ESPECIALLY today”. Y/N talked to her friends about what have happened with Sirius, well, the big lines anyway, they just knew that they had exchange some letters and when Sirius had found who she was it didn’t go well. Now, she didn’t want to deal with him again.
They talked about something else and the discussion drive to other subject without anymore mention of the gryffindor boy. Olivia insited to help Y/N get ready, giving her the perfect dress “to seduce that boy to the star and beyond”, that just made them laugh, she was very cute indeed in her little dress, she opted for a light makeup and Olivia did her hair. Y/N was absolutely perfect, no doubt Ben will love it.
By the time they were done, it was the time for the date, they were suppose to meet at the fountain so that’s where she went. But the way there wasn’t so restful, because she came accross the very person she didn’t want to see; Sirius. Usually he would not talk to her, but this time he clearly had something to say. However, he stopped himselof in his trac, looking at her up and down, she took advantages at his confusion to go past him but she wasn’t fast enough. “I- hum- where are you going ?”, he couldn’t resist looking at her.
Y/N groaned “I have a date, now let me go, I’m going to be late”, Sirius frowned and whispered “A date ?”, he let her go and watched as she walked away. He mutered something under his breath, not liking that one bit, going in his own direction.
Y/N sighed in relief when she arrived and saw Ben waiting for, happy to notice Sirius hadn’t followed her. Ben looked at her with sparkling eyes, “Wow Y/N you.. You look amazing”
She blushed at his compliment, “Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself”, he smiled looking down at his hand, “Thanks, shall we go ?” he offered his arm and went side to side to Hogsmeade, more precisely at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.
Y/N loved that place, she went a few time in the past, sometimes with friends, sometime with –not so good- dates, they sat down and each ordered their tea and pastry. The date went amazingly well, they laughted, joked, flirted a bit and debate if pudding was really that good or not. Y/N was incredably satisfied with the way it went. Ben insisted to be the one paying, since he invited her, and as a response she invited him for a new date where she will got him back, making him blush.
They went outside, saying goodbye to Madam Puddifoot and walked around town, Y/N needed new ink so they enter the shop. She always felt at home there, the shop owner loved her, they saw she knew her stuff and it always a pleasure to talk to people who are passionate by the same things, isn’t it ? That got her to have some discount here and there, Y/N was not complaining. She eyed a set of quills and notebooks but she didn’t have enough money, having discounts from time to times, but it didn’t means she had infinite incomes.
The owner advise a new ink that she took, a dark glittery blue whom looked like the night sky, a great choice. She paid her purchases, Ben offered to take the bag and they walked to the exit of the town, ready to go back to the castle, on the road, Ben slowly slowed down, taking Y/N’s hand, making her turn. She looked down at their linked fingers and then at him.
“Yeah ?”, he looked around, crimson red, “I- Hum- Well... Can I... kiss.. You ?”. Y/N widen her eyes, mouth agape. It was her turn to be red, and he gave her the biggest smile, “I’d love it”
Ben looked at her, smiled, getting closer, but before their lips could touch, they got separated by something big. Ben frowned “What the-”.
Y/N turned to see what it is and gasped, “A dog !!” she immediatly got on her knees, raised her hands in front of her, waiting to see if the dog will come which it did, and she made an happy high note, petting the animal. “Are you a good girl ?”, she laughed when the dog seemed to make a face “A good boy then !”, the good boy jumped on her, making her fall and laughed, licking her face.
Ben just stood there and looked at them, a bit uncomfy, “Y/N we should go back to the castle it’s getting late”, she whined, “Pleaaase, can we stay a bit ?” giving him a pouty face, the dog simply looked at him, unsettleling Ben. “No, we should really go”. The dog growled at him, but Y/N booped his nose.
“Hey, be nice. C’mon Ben, it’s not that late yet”, Ben sighed, getting impatient, he grabbed her arm and forced her to stood up, “I said let’s go”, Y/N frowned and was about to complain but the dog groaned to the boy, showing his fangs, moving fast toward him, letting the idea he was attacking him. Ben let go of Y/N but also of the bag, letting it fall. Once the bag touch the floor, a loud shatter noise could be heard.
Everyone stopped, dog include, Y/N let out an irritate sigh, taking the bag to look inside, not having high hopes, already knowing what she will see. Obviously, the ink was spillep all over the paper bag, making Y/N groaned. “Just great”.
“It’s that fucking dog !”, Y/N gave Ben a hard glare, she kneeled to be at the dog’s high, extended her hand like before, the dog did look unbievably guilty, with his ears down and big puppy eyes, looking down. He slowly went to her, getting pet in return.
“It’s alright buddy, thanks for trying to protect me”, speaking the second part lower so Ben couldn’t hear, she gave him a kiss on the top of his head, his tail wiggling uncrontollably. Ben rolled his high, but before a sound could even pass his lisps, Y/N got back up and walked fast back to Hogwarts. Ben rushed behind her, “Come on Y/N you are not going to be mad after me for what a stupid dog did !”
She turned to him, flames in her eyes, “He wouldn’t have jumped on you if you hadn’t grabbed me like some caveman”, she got scared when he gripped her so harshly, it had hurt on the moment. He rolled his eyes, “If you had followed me I wouldn’t have grabbed you ! And come on it wasn’t hard you are exagerating”. Y/N was completely shocked and disappointed, not even bothering to respond, she just run away.
Before Ben could go after her, he felt something grabbing his pants and pested when he saw it was the dog. He kicked him the face “Get the fuck away you dumb slack !” The dog yelped, and groalled, locking eye contact with him for a few second, before going away when he saw Y/N was out of sigh. Ben pested and walked back to the school.
Farther, the dog hid behind some trees, away from people’s sigh and transformed. Sirius stood up, massaging his jaw, glowering at Ben going away. Before he was simply jealous because he was close to Y/N, he even almost gave up when he saw the date was going just fine from where he was, in his animagi form, but when he saw Ben getting closer to kiss her, he felt his blood boiled and he couldn’t stopped himself from stepping in.
He was now smiling like an idiot, he did got a kiss from her personnaly in the end. He sigh, Ben wasn’t good for her, he felt bad at first, intervering like that, uninvited, but the way he had talked to her, gripped her, he clenched his jaw thinking of it. He had to keep an eye on him, making sure he didn’t hurt her.
Sirius decided to go back to Hogsmeade and enter the shop where she got her ink and bought a bottle, it was his faults if she had lost it, he even took the set of quill and notebooks, the little surprise was ready and he wanted to put some more gift so that was the occasion.
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Y/N had went to bed pissed, she couldn’t believe Ben had acted this way. Laying down, looking at the ceiling she sighed, could it be her ? Is it her fault the boys she likes are like that ? Was she asking for too much ? She fell asleep, those questions spinning in her head.
The wake up however, was nothing like the day before, it her roomate who shook her up, confusing and iritating her. “Look !!”
With a groan she sat up, leanning on her elbows, looking around. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widden, her bed was surrounded by mounts and mounts of flowers, poenis, sunflowers, roses, and more, all her favorite flowers, there was two gifts baskets, one filled with her favorite candies. The second one had to be her favorite, it was filled with letter writing supplies, inks, parchments, notebooks, quill, she gasped when she saw a new bottle of the ink she has lost yesterday, and the pack of quills and notebooks she saw at the shop.
In that basket there were a little box, with a little message on top, “I’m sorry, I am an idiot :(”. When she openned the box, her and her friends jumped a bit, gold glowing animals figure got out of the box and fly around, it was beautiful. In the box, a beautiful necklace, a red heart pendant. “Who send it ?”
They looked all around, searching for anything but it wasn’t signed, making Y/N pout. “I don’t know !”. She sat there for a moment, thinking, looking at the ink bottle and the packs. It has to be Ben right ? Only him knew about that ink and the quill and notebook, and he did act like an idiot. She smiled, maybe yesterday was an accident and he just act wierd around dogs ? The gifts were nice of him, and he showed he had put attention in what she is saying when they talk.
She put on the necklace and quickly got ready for the day, running to see where he is. When their eyes locked, he went to her, “Listen Y/N I-” but he got cut off when she squeezed him into a hug. “Thanks !”
He put his arms around her, putting his head on her shoulder, a puzzled look on his face, “Hum, what for ?”
She laughted, “The gifts ! And the flowers, and the animals flying, everything !”. That didn’t enlighted up his mind, what was she talking about ? But he thought for a moment, whoever send those didn’t signed it, since she was sure it was him, maybe that was the perfect oppertunity. “That ? You don’t have to thanked me, it’s normal, I was unfair to you yesterday”
She lift her head to look up at him, “Of course, you didn’t have to do this much ! How did you do all of this so fast ?”
Ben left out an akward laugh, “Well, anything for you babe”, he cup her head, looking into her eyes, smiling at her. She rose on her tip toe and they shared a kiss. Ben smirk, well, thing were going better than expected. They left the slytherin common room hand-in-hand. Her toying with the pendant. They both went to the Great Hall and ate together, she put her head on his shoulder.
Sirius looked at them coming in, and fixed their linked arms, not understanding how that happenned. But then she saw the way she touch the necklace, the one he got her when she had her head on his shoulder. Fuck. He put his face in his hands. She thinks it’s this asshole. He hadn’t sign the gifts, he didn’t realise the altercation of yesterday would make her think it was him !
He groaned, he had fucked up, and now she was in his arms, he was sure now he was no good, which asshole would take credit for something they hadn’t done ? He had to keep a close eye to him, he felt something bad was going to happen.
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[week #2: drive-in cinema]
1.1k, S5-ish.
Cas appears out of nowhere in the passenger seat, making Dean jump out of his skin and spill soda all over himself.
“Jesus, Cas! I said you gotta stop doing that."
“Sorry,” he says, staring as Dean checks the wet stains on his clothes and the bag of french fries in his lap. His shirt is soaked but the food's still edible and the seat is dry so at least there's that.
Cas raises his gaze above his shoulder and takes in the cars parked on either side of the Impala, the snack bar in the distance and the big screen in front of them, where Dr. Lesh is talking to little Robbie, more or less one hour into Poltergeist. A wrinkle appears in between his eyebrows. “Where are we?”
“At a drive-in, you dumbass.”
Cas looks back at him in confusion.
“It’s where you watch movies from your car.”
“I know,” he says, with an irritated inflection, like that wasn’t what he was confused about. He doesn’t elaborate further, “Where is Sam?” he asks.
“Stayed at the motel,” Dean says, giving up on his shirt and starting to feel irritated too, “Why are you here again?”
The question makes the wrinkle disappear and his face go back to his usual business-like expression, “I found a werehouse that I have reason to believe is occupied by demons. It’s heavily warded against angels so I need you to go inside.”
Dean shoves a couple of soggy fries in his mouth. His eyes go back to the screen, “Oh, yeah? Okay.”
Cas frowns again, “It’s best if we get Sam first.”
“Wait, you mean now?”
Cas just stares.
“Yeah, forget it, man. We wrapped a case like two hours ago. Now I’m relaxing. Sam's probably asleep. We ain’t going to no werehouse with you tonight.”
Cas opens his mouth to say something, but the music in Poltergeist swells omniously and it distracts him. He turns to look at the screen, at Marty taking his face off in front of the mirror. His frown deepens, “Do you find this relaxing? In your line of work?”
“Uh – yeah?” Dean says, grabbing another fry from the bag, “In movies the bad guys – y'know, nevermind, you wouldn’t get it,” he says, gesturing with the hand holding the fry.
Cas follows the movement with his eyes right up until Dean brings it to his mouth. When it disappears behind Dean’s lips his gaze travels up to his eyes again. It makes Dean feel weird for a second.
“So, you won’t go?” he says and Dean remembers to feel annoyed at him.
He exhales, “Look, come get me tomorrow, okay?”
Cas blinks. “Okay,” he says, but doesn’t disappear immediatly like Dean expects. He goes back to studying the screen as the ghosts go down the stairs, blowing everyone’s mind.
Dean throws him a look, “You wanna watch it?”
“No, I should go,” says Cas, his tone flat, his eyes still fixed on the movie.
“To spend the whole night looking at a werehouse you can’t even go in? You can get a night off, right? What’s the – company policy up there?”
“That doesn’t matter anymore.”
Dean tries not to roll his eyes at how dramatic he sounds.
“Okay, so you can live a little," he says and then amuses himself adding, “Just try not to talk too much if you can, Chatty Cathy, and maybe we’ll go get milkshakes after.”
Cas looks at him confused again and Dean raises his eyebrows, “It’s a drink. It’s got like milk and ice cream and whatever.”
“I know what a milkshake is,” he says, irritated once again. “I won’t have one.”
Dean rolls his eyes this time, “Fine.” He guesses it’s Cas’ way of saying he’s going to stay after all.
He crumples up the paper bag and makes himself comfortable against his seat. On the screen, Steve is talking to Mr. Teague.
Cas does not in fact talk for the rest of the movie, but Dean still gets a kick out of him being there, seeing his shoulders losing some of their stiffness, his perplexed expressions, his eyes widen and squint when the soundtrack changes.
By the time the credits start rolling, Dean realizes he studied Cas' reactions as much as he’s watched the screen. Whatever, he’s seen it like fifty times and can recite it backwards. It’s not like every day you get to go to the movies with a capital A-angel - Dean’s just curious.
Cas doesn’t disappear when the movie ends either, so Dean really drives them to the nearest diner to get himself a milkshake. Cas gets out of the car and stands next to him while he waits for his turn in line, so Dean tells him about special effects and Spielberg and the freaky curse on the franchise he and Sam haven't had the chance to go and properly investigate yet.
“There’s a second one then?” Cas asks as Dean is driving back to the motel.
“Yeah, but there are also others you should watch,” he says - his mind already working out a list. “I'm thinking The Texas Chain Saw Massacre next - another classic. We could rent it sometimes -” he trails off.
What is he even saying? He frowns at himself. They’re currently busy with nothing less than the freaking apocalypse, making plans for movie nights it’s just stupid.
Cas doesn’t say it’s stupid. He says, “Okay."
"O-okay? Yeah, uh - alright."
Dean stops the Impala right outside his room and Cas surveys the surroundings for a moment.
“I will see you tomorrow then,” he says after, looking back at him.
All of the sudden the car seems too small and too quiet and too dark. Dean doesn’t know how he's been in that space for hours and he’s only just noticing it. He doesn’t feel like talking so he just nods.
“Good night, Dean,” Cas says.
“Night,” says Dean to an already empty seat.
He goes to bed still feeling weird for making plans with Cas, as if once this business is done they won’t go on their own separate ways without looking back, as if Cas would come down from Heaven to hang out on Friday nights or something.
Cas must know though. Cas must know and he indulged him anyway.
Maybe he did cause he thinks they're gonna get killed in the end, so it doesn't really matter, or maybe he's just as much a delusional dumbass as he is, thinking that one day they'll have the time and place for that.
It'd be fun though, Dean thinks, as he falls asleep.
It's a pity. They could have a good time.
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How Do I Love Thee? | Knight!Weaver x Princess!Reader | Medieval AU | Chpt. 1
Summary:
The day has finally come. Your bodyguard, the man you've trusted with your life since the day you were born, has reached the age of retirement. Being the only child of your royal parents, the King and Queen are quite keen on keeping you safe, so naturally a new one must be selected. When the dust of the tournament settles, a champion is chosen, one far younger and stronger then the last...
In an age full of tales of handsome men in shining armor and chivalrous heroes of great courage and honor, could you be in for a forbiden love story of your own?
Tags: Slow burn
Warnings: None, except for a small fight scene involving mentions of blood
“Goodnight my Lady”, your lady in waiting bows her head politely as she exits your chambers, closing the heavy wooden doors behind her with a soft thump. Her footsteps recede off into the night down through the thick stone corridors as you lay awake in your downy bed. Two sconces glow faintly in the night, providing just enough light for you to navigate the large, dark room.
Once you’re sure you’re alone, you grab your small candle and pad across the cool stone floor to steal some light. It catches quickly and you’re off once more to your desk. You pull out your poetry books and studies to retrieve a small leather bound notebook. It contains all sorts of things like sketches and sonnets that you've penned, but most of all it’s filled with your musings of the day.
You tap your quill on the edge of the inkwell and set its point to the parchment.
Today has been a rather sad one indeed. Your old guardsman has retired from your father’s service, the very same man who’s protected you and your person since you were but a little girl. He’s much like a grandfather to you in a way, and it pains you very deeply to see him leave you. Your father has tried to comfort you with the promise that a tournament will be held the very next day to get you a new guard as soon as possible, but the absence of a knight isn’t what troubles you.
You sniffle, a tear threatening fall from your eyes as you pause, recalling a lifetime of memories and yet being forced to let them go. Gathering your strength with a deep breath, you write the final words you old guard left you with:
“Be brave, my little Princess. I know you can”
At last you write that you are not looking forward to tomorrow and that you expect to be quite beside yourself. It’s all you can write before the despondency overcomes you again.
Being the Lady that you are, you retrieve one of your ever present nearby handkerchiefs and dry your eyes. You set your journal back into it’s hidden home and restore your books to keep it safe. With the desk returned just as it was, you tiptoe back to bed and blow out your candle. Moving aside the velvet drape, you think one last time on your faithful old guard, remembering all the memories of your childhood you shared as you climb back under the sheets.
Tomorrow is a new chapter for the both of you, you suppose. You hope his story ends sweetly.
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The tournament begins with much fanfare and ado as the festivities kick things off. You’re sitting pretty in a lovely silk gown between your mother and father, both equally dressed up. There’s games and feasting and music and dancing… All the things something of this magnitude should include.
And, as you predicted, you’re quite bored indeed.
As yet another jaunty reel plays from the minstrels, you can’t help but roll your eyes and look onwards. Past the castle grounds, past the village, past the fields and farm lands… Way, way out in the distance to the forest and mountains.
That’s where your soul lies.
Being the Princess is all well and good, but in truth, your heart yearns for nothing more than to simply be free. Even if all that’s out there is more grass and trees, just as there is all around you, oh what you’d give for the chance to see it. To touch the grass and leaves you’ve never seen before. To feel and smell the wind in it’s wild, untamed stomping grounds. Some days you dream of just running away, but…
Well, your guard would never allow it. And, here you are, getting assigned yet another figure to keep an eye on you in the name of your father.
A blast of trumpets shatters your daydream as your attention is called back to present. The royal scribe stands on a podium, announcing the main attraction at last. He reads off a long, tiresome list of names “Sir this and that”, “Lord ho hum”, ugh… At least the fighting should be entertaining, you suppose.
There are several rounds and three main competitions: Jousting, Dueling, and Archery. Score will be kept and knights slowly eliminated until a final two are left, at which point, the two will engage in a duel and may the best man win.
Admittedly, you tune out for the first several rounds until the riff raff and washed up old timers are sorted out. Not as though you have any say in the matter, but you pick a few favorites and follow their progress through the competition. Although in all honesty, you pick said favorites by their horses and the colors and patterns of their coat of arms.
However… One knight in particular has caught your eye both in skill and trappings.
His coat of arms features a fierce looking tiger and swords, the style of which tells you his family hails from somewhere out east, and his horse is a lovely dusty grey. Even you must admit, his skills so far aren’t bad either. He’s coasting through the competition with little difficulty and, even with the few close calls here and there, by the time he’s made it up to the final rounds you would almost dare to say you have your heart set on him.
Silently you root him on as he tiredly batters through opponent after opponent, somehow maintaining strength and endurance up until the very last man. A few breaks have been called in between rounds up until this point, but now the last two will be taking a long recession before the final fight.
Food and drink and dance is had once more for peasants and nobility alike while each knight gathers their strength, but you can’t keep your mind off the excitement of the final duel...
When at last, the time has come, you’re on the edge of your seat.
Once more the scribe’s voice rings out over the silent crowd as the two men ready themselves in opposing corners of the muddy sparring ring, “Fighting for the honor of being named the new protectorate of the Princess, Sir Weaver and Lord Fletcher will face each other in armed combat! The rules are as follows-”
The scribe's voice fades away, and immediatly your mind begins to wander.
Sir Weaver…
The name rolls off your tongue as you watch him pace and stretch in his corner of the ring. He’s armed with a sword and shield, classic weapons of the heroes of old, just like in your books and sonnets… His shield is tall and rectangular, with that very same tiger proudly emblazoned on its front. He gives his sword a few test swings and even from here you can hear the ringing of razor sharp steel.
His opponent wields a smaller shield and a rather nasty looking mace, a classic for smashing heads and armor alike. Thankfully you won’t have to bear witness to such violence should Sir Weaver lose, but you don’t much fancy the idea of such a savage weapon anyway. It may have its place in battle, but it doesn’t seem very… Heroic.
After far too much more courtly addresses, a trumpet sounds to begin the fight.
The Lord charges the Knight, mace raised to strike, as Sir Weaver stands his ground like a tower of strength. He deflects the blow easily, as well as the few more that come after it. A smart tactic, you observe, letting the opponent come to him and tire himself out. Lord Fletcher seems to believe that he can smash right through the great steel shield as that’s where most of his strikes end up landing. Sir Weaver’s tiger is quite battered, but holds out well.
All the overhead motions of the mace swings prove to be a disservice soon enough though, as the knight stabs his way through chinks in the armor here and there as the Lord slowly grows more and more weary. His movements become sluggish and desperate, a lethal combo, and before long the mud is mixed red with the wounds of the mace wielding Lord.
To his credit, he fights to the bitter end, but the duel is called before too much blood is shed.
A roar of approval goes up from the crowd. Amidst the cheering and the fanfare, Sir Weaver bows politely before the royal family and makes to exit the arena. You cock an eyebrow. Curious, you would’ve expected more of a show given the grand odds he just overcame.
Regardless, you clap politely and watch the two men exit the ring. It’s nearly night by now and there’s still more to do. Tomorrow your new knight will be sworn in and given his orders and hours and so forth… But for now, you have many things to tell your journal tonight.
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The next day begins as it always does. You wake up at sunrise. Your chamber maid helps you dress, pick out your outfit for the day, and style your hair. Finally, you’re ready to join your family and the court for breakfast. A few questions come your way asking about whether or not you’re excited to meet your new knight and what you thought of the tourney yesterday, but otherwise you’re ignored as usual.
When breakfast passes, the court moves on to the throne room. It’s easily the most illustrious room in the palace, save for perhaps a few that suit your particular tastes. Small windows sit high above near the vaulted ceiling, raining in sunlight and fresh air from far above. Giant chandeliers hang proudly, holding a dizzying host of candles. The walls are blanketed in gorgeous tapestries, some of which you’ve had the honor of assisting in the weaving of. They’re laced with threads of gold and silk, and when they catch the light just right, they give off an ethereal glow, bringing the stagnant scenes to life.
The typical court proceedings will begin shortly, but first the matter of your new bodyguard is to be addressed. Soon enough, Sir Grigori Weaver of, so on and so forth… is announced to the court. Finally, something interesting for the day. You sit up properly in your throne and take in the sight.
He’s dressed in an appropriately fancy set of gambeson and hose, clearly his armor is off to be under repairs. His one arm hangs freely, the other rests on the pommel of his sword, and he takes a brief look at his surroundings. He carries himself with purpose and a serious air which could almost take a turn for intimidating given a closer look. His face is rough with prickly stubble contrasted by a long, smooth mustache and hair combo. Between the two lies no feature of note aside from a grizzly scar running across a cloudy white, useless eye.
Sir Weaver nods towards you and your mother, then offers your father a proper bow, “My liege”
Your father smiles, and you can already tell you’re about to be stuck with this man whether you like it or not. He tells the knight to rise and after a brief exchange of greeting, Sir Weaver is sworn into your service complete with the whole ceremonial nonsense.
You rise and come forward, standing just a few steps above him on the throne platform. He hands you his sword and kneels before you. Without the help of any prompting, you lead him through the oath phrase by phrase and at last you tap either of his shoulders with the flat of the blade. To seal it all, you extend your hand with your signet ring.
“Thank you, my lady”, he takes your hand softly and kisses your knuckle, “I am yours”
He rises and accepts back his blade while you return to your throne. Your father makes arrangements for a whole new suit of armor to be commissioned for your knight, after all, his safety is your safety, and so forth. But for once, you don’t mind the droning on of court business.
It gives you some time to hide your blush.
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A girl out of Time (Yasmin Khan x reader HC)
Requested by an Anon: hello! hope you’re having a great day! Could I request anything with Yasmin Khan and reader if you’re ok with writing it? Thank you!
A/N: Okay so I orignally intended to write this as a OneShot, but after being like halfway through I decided that it was probably better as Headcanons. This is a continous story though and not just random headcanons. I hope you understand what I mean
You were born and grew up in England in the 19th century
As the only daughter out of five children, your parents raised you from the very beginning with the expectation that you’d be married off to someone as soon as you turned of age
So while your brothers learned hunting and farming and all that stuff, your education was soley based on how to be a ‘lady’ - embroydery, singing, dancing, ntot talking to much, all the usual stuff
But you always wanted more than that, you longed for adventure and your curiosity often got the better of you
But the older you got the more you were drilled to ignore all that and just be the perfect girl that you were supposed to be
You had just turned of age, your family already head-deep in discussions with other families about who you’d be married off to, when you were out in town with your mother to look for a possible fabric for your future wedding dress
Your mother was in the middle of a conversation with a friend of hers when you managed to sneak off to a nearby book-store
You were aware you couldn’t enter, but ever since you had managed to teach yourself how to read (with a little help of yone of your brothers who wasn’t all to happy about how you were treated) you wanted to read all the books that you could, only for your gender to keep you from that
You were unaware that while you were standing there, you caught the eye of a man who had been on his way through town too
Later on you started to wonder how he had found out who you were, but you always came to the conclusion that he must’ve asked one of the other locals who knew you
But somehow he did find out and when you came home from a ride through the nearby woods - one of the rare times you were alone - he was shaking hands with you father to seal your fate
The man who had just decided your future was a nobal, a Lord who had a summer-estate close to the city, and had been entchanted by your beauty, immediatly knowing that he had to marry you
Your parents had been overjoyed, because with you being married off into nobility, they’d be set for life and their bloodline would be continued in honour
The very next day a carriage picked you up and brought you to the estate where you’d been shown to your temprary room for the time while the wedding was being planned and you had to admit it was quiet nice, almost tripple the size as your room back home
The next week goes by in a rush and things seem to happen left and right and before you realize it you’re standing at the end of the ilse in your wedding dress, a fake smile on your lips, and walk towards your future husband
But just as you come to a stop before him a sudden groaning and moaning - definitly not human, but also nothing that you had ever heard otherwise - filled the chapel and the air started to blow through your hair like the doors were opened, even though they weren’t and neither were the windows
As everyone is staring around in search of the source of the noise something blue started to appear like a ghostly figure in the middle of the isle
And between blinks of your eyes blue appiration turned into a blue wooden box
Under the looks of confusion, shock, curiosity and wonder the door to the box opened and a blond women peaked her head out, a wide smile on her lips
Like always when the doctor arrives somewhere chaos ensues and you get sucked right into it
To be quite honest, you don’t really understand most of what is going on since the people who came out of the box were saying things that you had never heard before
But as much as your curiosity and fascination was stimulated by this new and exciting situation, the thing that got most of your attention was the beautiful, strong girl with the smile that could blind armies that came with the blonde one
You had never felt the way you felt when you were around her ever before and if the books you had read throughout your life taught you anything, than it was that the feeling you felt was love at first sight
Your former soon-to-be husband was completely forgotten in your mind and all you wanted was to go with the woman into this fascinating kingdom of ‘sheffild’ that she had told you she came from, where people could make their own decisions and live their life the way they wanted
But, alas, the danger was soon defeated and Yaz had to leave again and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to go with her, she was from out of this world after all
You would probably be married off the day after and live the rest of your life longing for Yaz’ and the future you couldn’t help but daydream about
Before she could leave though, you’d take this last chance you had and even though your fiance was there and watching, you shared your first kiss with her and it was magical
Not wanting to have to see her go, you turned around and decided you’d be the one to walk away, only for her to hold your hand and get you to turn around
And then, with an approving nod of the doctor, she asked you the question you’d never forget
“Do you want to join us?”
Obviously you said yes and stepped into the magical world that was the Tardis with the women of your dreams by your side
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A Court of Wings and Ruin ; Chapter 21 to 26
Chapter 21. Feyre’s back is stiff from wing-making, and it’s decided she and Cassian will be the ones going to the Prison to talk to the Carver. Because taking Rhys would be to obvious apparantly and they don’t want to look too eager for the Carver’s help. But I think Maas just wanted to bring Cassian for a change. Have some bonding between him and Feyre.
Oh, and they keep it a secret from Amren. Not really sure why but I think they don’t want to make her angry?
Also Nesta and Amren seem to get along well. Amren is trying to teach her about her possible gifts. I like them bonding. Nesta needs a friend, though I’m not sure if Amren is friend material? But then again, they are very similar in some ways, so good for them.
And Feyre has a nightmare again, for the first time in a long time.
In chapter 22 we are at the prison and the weather at the prison is the same as last time. The Carver is a little boy again to Feyre, but for some reason we’re not told what he looks like to Cassian. It’s a short chapter, we talk a little to the Carver and the conversation goes on into the next chapter.
Chapter 23. Not sure why this conversation needed to be 2 chapters long. We get some backstory for the Carver. The Weaver apparantly is his sister! Twin sister. And they have an older brother who we haven’t met. Yet. I think we will at some point. Anyway, they are all deathgods with the Weaver and the older brother the worst of the trio. The Carver didn’t feel safe from his siblings so he let himself be caught and locked away. I don’t really understand why but from his explanation I think he was just afraid of them? A Fae warrior once weaked the Weaver and the older brother but I’m not so clear on why the Carver hid from them.
But it is why he refuses to help them at first because he likes it in the prison, away from his much stronger siblings. Ofcourse he will relent. If they can bring him the Ouroboros Mirror he will help when the time comes. Only they still need to find out how to free him. Amren might know.
How did this chapter not end with Feyre asking Cassian what the Carver looked like to him?!! Really! That’s what I really want to know! I don’t remember if it is brought up again later in the book, but seriously! Why did no one bothered to ask Cassian?! We know about Rhys seeing Jurian.
Oh, and Feyre realized that the Carver’s little boy appearance is actually what her and Rhys’ son would look like. In ACOMAF I though at first Feyre was seeing a very young Rhys. But I guess now we know they’re going to have a kid at some point.
In chapter 24 Feyre goes to seek her sisters. Nesta is mean again but it’s a...nicer mean? She’s protective of Elain but it’s weird that she still feels like she has to protect Elains against Feyre when she knows Feyre has always ever protected them in the past.
Elain speaks in riddles. Somehow everyone seems to think that means she’s crazy? Seriously! Feyre is Made into a Fae and she has special powers. Nesta is Made in the Cauldron and has special powers. Elain is Made in the Cauldron...and she’s crazy? When someone in a Faerie story talks in riddles it should be obvious there a magical reason. I feel like Maas wants to make this a plot twist by telling us through Feyre that Elain is crazy, to then at some point say!! *LE GHASP!* Elain isn’t crazy after all! She has VISIONS! Which is what I think the speaking in riddles is. How are they sometimes so smart and other times so stupid.
Anyway, Feyre and Nesta ignore Elain and then hide when Lucien walks in looking for a book but finds Elain. He’s really kind and sweet to her. And full of guilt. Which we know because Feyre uses her Daemati powers to go into his head and listen to his thoughts while he speaks to Elain. Which is...wrong? But also understandable. They don’t trust Lucien yet and Elain is her sister so she wants to protect her. I’m with Feyre here. Do what you must to protect the family!
But Lucien has only good intentions for Elain. But is that because she’s his mate? Would he still be nice to he if she wasn’t? Who knows. But she is his mate so this is what we get.
And thanks to Lucien telling Feyre Elain needs fresh air and gardens, she finally takes Lucien and her sister to the town house in Velaris. I was wondering when that would happen since we all know Elain loves gardening and flowers and there is no garden in the House of Wind.
Elain seems to get along with Azriel. He’s a quiet guy, calm and collected. I think that’s what Elain needs to recover. He gives her space and quiet. I hope they become friends in the future.
Feyre and Rhys prepare for the Hewn City and talk about mates. No one really knows how mates are chosen for eachother, it just happens and it’s random. Or if it’s not random somehow mates are chosen for eachother to produce the best offspring? Maybe? It’s not clear and no one knows. Also, somehow, Rhys is the only one who allows females to reject their mates while the rest of the world is an evil place where males are (mostly) allowed to own their mated females like property. Why does Maas need to make every place that is not Night Court aweful just to make Rhys and the Night Court look good?!
Where are the places in this world where there is no sexism?! Everywhere women and females are treated like second class people. There are only High Lords, except in the Night Court where Rhys makes Feyre a High Lady. The Illyrians cut the wings of the females to prevent them from flying to ‘protect’ them, and Rhys is the one who outlawed it. The rest of the world treats female mates as property. Except Rhys. I GET IT, RHYS IS SPECIAL AND EVERYONE ELSE IS AWEFUL. Why aren’t there places where women are treated well? Why does the whole world need to be evil just to make Rhys look perfect? This is bad world building. Are you really telling me, with all the powerful female fae we’ve met so far, there isn’t a single territory where females rule? Seriously? This is not worldbuiding, it’s Rhys-building. All to make Rhys look like he’s the best of all. To make Rhys and Feyre special.
*takes a deep breat* There is enough sexism in the world to deal with, I hate when books go over board with it for shock effect or to make certain character look perfect.
On to chapter 25 and 26. We go to the Hewn City to get Keir’s Darkbringers. Nesta and Amren come too, and Mor and Azriel. Cassian is on protection duty in Velaris. Nesta and Amren pretty much immediatly dissapear to test Nesta’s powers. Feyre gets to sit on the throne since there is only one. And then they all go to a council room.
There we learn Rhys has been hiding things again. I thought Feyre was his equal High Lady so why didn’t he share this plans with her? That’s what equal do I guess Rhys isn’t ready to share all power yet.
Rhys anticipated Keir wanting acces to Velaris. And, to Mor’s absolute fear, he agrees, under terms and rules ofcourse, that Keir and the people of the Hewn City can visit Velaris. I don’t understand why he couldn’t have just explained to Mor before they went to the Hewn City. Mor isn’t stupid. If he’d explained, she would have understood and allowed it. She just wouldn’t have want to be there. So unless Rhys knew Keir would only say yes if he saw the devestation on his daughter’s face, Rhys was a real dick here. He should have trusted his Inner Circle.
But if Keir in Velaris isn’t enough to break Mor’s heart, Rhys also invited Eris. Like, talk about slapped in the face by your best friend in front of the two people you hate most in the world. I really feel for Mor here. Rhys lost friendship points in this one. Here he is the absolute dick and prick the world thinks he is.
Eris wants his dad’s throne and wants Rhys to kill his dad. Rhys refuses but he will let Eris take the throne after the War when Eris’ father dies. Not sure why everyone’s sure Beron will die. I guess Eris has his plans pertaining that.
And Eris is mabe not as bad as everyone always thought he was? He says he had good reasion for treating Mor the way he did, even going to far as implying he did what he could to help her. And that he helped Lucien escape the Autumn Court as well. I’m not buying it. Eris was an aweful person in ACOTAR and ACOMAF, and suddenly he is all misunderstood? I feel Maas pulling a ‘misunderstood baby’ thing. Just a little bit, enough to allow the Inner Circle to trust him and work with him.
And the chapter ends with everyone going back home.
I still want to say one more thing. Something that has bothered me about the Hewn City since the first time we learned about it through Mor’s backstory. Somehow everyone in the Hewn City is aweful and evil. Despite Mor having been born and raised there and who turned out to be a different kind of person. And I started wondering if maybe others like Mor lived in there. And then I started thinking that the people of the Hewn City don’t really get a chance to be different. Rhys keeps them isolated and inside, he let’s them all do aweful things to eachother, never trying to chance things, and then calls the place evil. Like, Feyre talks about taking and acting the way she wants in there, without apolagy or gratitude towards servants when they bring her wine. But I wonder if the servants are treated well? do they deserve Feyre and Rhys treating them like trash?
And Rhys, a few chapters ago, told Feyre how he helps abused and hurt women by giving them a safe place to live, the Library. And now, when Keir says one of his lords needs help with a daughter who won’t behave, Rhys does nothing. I mean, we know Mor was treated aweful and that all the females in the Hewn City have no rights and are just used and sold for breeding, but no one does anything to help those women inside the Hewn City? Rhys is not allowing them to leave and be free? He’s not offering them a library to live in safety? Why hasn’t Rhys tried to change the Hewn City and free those that are mistreated?
We are supposed to believe Rhys is mister perfect, that he is the only High Lord allowing woman to have equal rights, who has a High Lady, who forbids the clipping of the wings of female illyrians. But somehow he is ok with the Hewn City treating it’s females like cattle? Treating it’s servants like trash? And now that Feyre is High Lady, she is allowing it too. She knows about Mor and what happened to her, but not once does she think about freeing the rest of the women in the Hewn City. And as far as we know, Mor doesn’t either.
And maybe, maybe they are all dark and angry and cruel there in the Hewn City, but if you’re born in a place like that, it’s hard not to become what the world you are born into teaches you to be. So instead of hating on them all, maybe give them a chance to be better. Hw can they change if Rhys is puprosely keeping them isolated in darkness? How can those people inside the Hewn City who want to be different, who are different and who want to be free, the women inside who want to be free from being property and cattle, how can they leave if Rhys and Feyre won’t give them the chance to get out?
I refuse to believe Mor is just that one special person who different from all of the others in the Hewn City. I really don’t.
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